https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud en-gb Podomatic RSS Generator Mon, 16 Mar 2026 06:39:29 +0000 poetry, ,podcast, ,aloud, ,classic, ,poem, ,poems, Copyright 2026 Classic Poetry Aloud Giving voice to the classic poetry of the past Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud@yahoo.co.uk episodic false no https://assets.podomatic.net/ts/8f/62/80/classicpoetryaloud/1400x1400_15735835.jpg https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud Classic Poetry Aloud Classic Poetry Aloud gives voice to poetry through podcast recordings of the great poems of the past. Our library of poems is intended as a resource for anyone interested in reading and listening to poetry. For us, it's all about the listening, and how hearing a poem can make it more accessible, as well as heightening its emotional impact. See more at: www.classicpoetryaloud.com https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2014-01-09T00_07_07-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2014-01-09T00_07_07-08_00 Thu, 09 Jan 2014 08:07:07 +0000 2019-02-20 2014-01-09 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2014-01-09T00_07_07-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,edgar,allan,poe 159 false Edgar Allan Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the wingèd seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me; Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2007. Edgar Allan Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2014-01-07T02_02_08-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2014-01-07T02_02_08-08_00 Tue, 07 Jan 2014 10:02:08 +0000 2014-01-07 2014-01-07 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2014-01-07T02_02_08-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,ralph,waldo,emerson 126 false Ralph Waldo Emerson read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. ------------------------------------------------ The Snow-Storm by Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882) Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm. Come see the north wind's masonry. Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he For number or proportion. Mockingly, On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths; A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn; Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall, Maugre the farmer's sighs; and at the gate A tapering turret overtops the work. And when his hours are numbered, and the world Is all his own, retiring, as he were not, Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone, Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work, The frolic architecture of the snow. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2008. Ralph Waldo Emerson read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classic... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-12-19T00_32_42-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-19T00_32_42-08_00 Thu, 19 Dec 2013 08:32:42 +0000 2013-12-19 2013-12-19 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-19T00_32_42-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud kipling,if,classic,poetry,aloud,literature,english,spoken,word,classicpoetryaloud 114 false Rudyard Kipling read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- If by Rudyard Kipling (1865 - 1936) If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2007. Rudyard Kipling read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-12-18T00_00_00-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-18T00_00_00-08_00 Wed, 18 Dec 2013 08:00:00 +0000 2013-12-18 2013-12-18 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-18T00_00_00-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,dollie,radford,christmas,tree,december 67 false Dollie Radford read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- December by Dollie Radford (1858 – 1920) No gardener need go far to find The Christmas rose, The fairest of the flowers that mark The sweet Year's close: Nor be in quest of places where The hollies grow, Nor seek for sacred trees that hold The mistletoe. All kindly tended gardens love December days, And spread their latest riches out In winter's praise. But every gardener's work this month Must surely be To choose a very beautiful Big Christmas tree, And see it through the open door In triumph ride, To reign a glorious reign within At Christmas-tide. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 Dollie Radford read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-12-17T00_12_04-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-17T00_12_04-08_00 Tue, 17 Dec 2013 08:12:04 +0000 2013-12-17 2013-12-17 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-17T00_12_04-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,arrow,song,henry,longfellow,friend 53 false Henry Wadsworth Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. -------------------------------------------- The Arrow and the Song by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2008. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-12-16T02_27_01-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-16T02_27_01-08_00 Mon, 16 Dec 2013 10:27:01 +0000 2013-12-16 2013-12-16 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-16T02_27_01-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud shakespeare,sonnet,poetry,classic,poem,aloud,spoken,word 59 false William Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare (1564-1616) Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest; So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2007. William Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classic... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-12-13T02_02_59-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-13T02_02_59-08_00 Fri, 13 Dec 2013 10:02:59 +0000 2013-12-13 2013-12-13 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-13T02_02_59-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,joaquin,miller 57 false Joaquin Miller read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- For Those Who Fail by Joaquin Miller (1837 – 1913) "All honor to him who shall win the prize," The world has cried for a thousand years; But to him who tries and who fails and dies, I give great honor and glory and tears. O great is the hero who wins a name, But greater many and many a time, Some pale-faced fellow who dies in shame, And lets God finish the thought sublime. And great is the man with a sword undrawn, And good is the man who refrains from wine; But the man who fails and yet fights on, Lo! he is the twin-born brother of mine! Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2008. Joaquin Miller read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-12-11T23_57_54-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-11T23_57_54-08_00 Thu, 12 Dec 2013 07:57:54 +0000 2013-12-12 2013-12-12 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-11T23_57_54-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,edgar,allan,poe 107 false Edgar Allan Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Alone by Edgar Allan Poe(1809 – 1849) From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2007. Edgar Allan Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-12-11T01_14_42-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-11T01_14_42-08_00 Wed, 11 Dec 2013 09:14:42 +0000 2013-12-11 2013-12-11 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-11T01_14_42-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,donne,english,john,literature,poems,poetry,spoken,word 115 false John Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Good-Morrow by John Donne (1572 – 1631) I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we lov'd? were we not wean'd till then? But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den? T'was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee. If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desir'd, and got, t'was but a dreame of thee. And now good morrow to our waking soules, Which watch not one another out of feare; For love, all love of other sights controules, And makes one little roome, an every where. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let Maps to other, worlds on worlds have showne, Let us possesse one world, each hath one, and is one. My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares, And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest, Where can we finde two better hemispheares Without sharpe North, without declining West? What ever dyes, was not mixt equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2007. John Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry F... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-12-10T07_23_50-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-10T07_23_50-08_00 Tue, 10 Dec 2013 15:23:50 +0000 2013-12-10 2013-12-10 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-10T07_23_50-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,dickinson,emily,english,listening,literature,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,spoken,to,word 49 false Emily Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter:@classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Hope is the Thing with Feathers by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886) "Hope" is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul— And sings the tune without the words— And never stops—at all— And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard— And sore must be the storm— That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm— I've heard it in the chillest land— And on the strangest Sea— Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb—of Me. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2007. Emily Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter:@classicpoetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-12-06T00_12_18-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-06T00_12_18-08_00 Fri, 06 Dec 2013 08:12:18 +0000 2013-12-06 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-06T00_12_18-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,bridges,classic,english,literature,poems,poetry,robert,spoken,word,winter,nightfall 81 false Robert Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. -------------------------------------------- Winter Nightfall by Robert Bridges (1844 - 1930) The day begins to droop,— Its course is done: But nothing tells the place Of the setting sun. The hazy darkness deepens, And up the lane You may hear, but cannot see, The homing wain. An engine pants and hums In the farm hard by: Its lowering smoke is lost In the lowering sky. The soaking branches drip, And all night through The dropping will not cease In the avenue. A tall man there in the house Must keep his chair: He knows he will never again Breathe the spring air: His heart is worn with work; He is giddy and sick If he rise to go as far As the nearest rick: He thinks of his morn of life, His hale, strong years; And braves as he may the night Of darkness and tears. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2007. Robert Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-12-05T01_37_30-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-05T01_37_30-08_00 Thu, 05 Dec 2013 09:37:30 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-05T01_37_30-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,christina,classic,english,georgina,literature,poems,poetry,rossetti,spoken,word 72 false Christina Georgina Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Remember by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 – 1894) Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann'd: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2007. Christina Georgina Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-12-04T03_34_48-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-04T03_34_48-08_00 Wed, 04 Dec 2013 11:34:48 +0000 2013-12-12 2013-12-12 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-04T03_34_48-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,keats,literature,poems,poetry,spoke,word 228 false John Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats (1795-1821) Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearièd, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul, to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return. O Attic shape! fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form! dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, 'Beauty is truth, truth beauty',—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2007. John Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry F... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-12-03T00_54_42-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-03T00_54_42-08_00 Tue, 03 Dec 2013 08:54:42 +0000 2013-12-09 2013-12-09 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-03T00_54_42-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud burns,classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,love,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,red,robert,rose 63 false Robert Burns read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. -------------------------------------------- My Luve's Like a Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns (1759 –1796) My luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June. My luve's like the melodie, That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my Dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun! O I will luve thee still, my Dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve, And fare-thee-weel a while! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho' it were ten thousand mile! Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 Robert Burns read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-12-02T00_40_43-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-02T00_40_43-08_00 Mon, 02 Dec 2013 08:40:43 +0000 2013-12-12 2013-12-12 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-12-02T00_40_43-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,browning,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,listening,literature,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,robert,spoken,séparation,to,word 80 false Robert Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Lost Mistress by Robert Browning (1812 – 1889) All 's over, then: does truth sound bitter As one at first believes? Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter About your cottage eaves! And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly, I noticed that, to-day; One day more bursts them open fully —You know the red turns gray. To-morrow we meet the same then, dearest? May I take your hand in mine? Mere friends are we,—well, friends the merest Keep much that I resign: For each glance of the eye so bright and black, Though I keep with heart's endeavour,— Your voice, when you wish the snowdrops back, Though it stay in my soul for ever!— Yet I will but say what mere friends say, Or only a thought stronger; I will hold your hand but as long as all may, Or so very little longer! Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2008. Robert Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-11-29T00_26_02-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-29T00_26_02-08_00 Fri, 29 Nov 2013 08:26:02 +0000 2013-12-12 2013-12-12 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-29T00_26_02-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,emerson,english,listening,literature,nature,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,ralph,reading,rhodora,spoken,to,waldo,word 76 false Ralph Waldo Emerson read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Rhodora by Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882) On Being Asked Whence Is the Flower In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array. Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask, I never knew: But, in my simple ignorance, suppose The self-same Power that brought me there brought you. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2008. Ralph Waldo Emerson read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classic... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-11-28T01_23_37-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-28T01_23_37-08_00 Thu, 28 Nov 2013 09:23:37 +0000 2013-12-09 2013-12-09 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-28T01_23_37-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,blake,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,listening,literature,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,spoken,to,william,word 52 false William Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. ----------------------------------------------- The Garden of Love by William Blake (1757 – 1827) I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen; A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turned to the Garden of Love That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tombstones where flowers should be; And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds, And binding with briars my joys and desires. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2008. William Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-11-27T02_02_16-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-27T02_02_16-08_00 Wed, 27 Nov 2013 10:02:16 +0000 2013-12-12 2013-12-12 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-27T02_02_16-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,forget,love,mistress,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,spoken,thomas,verse,wyatt 78 false Sir Thomas Wyatt read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. -------------------------------------------- Forget not yet by Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503 – 1542) The Lover Beseecheth his Mistress not to Forget his Steadfast Faith and True Intent Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet! Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know, since whan The suit, the service, none tell can; Forget not yet! Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong, the scornful ways, The painful patience in delays, Forget not yet! Forget not! O, forget not this!— How long ago hath been, and is, The mind that never meant amiss— Forget not yet! Forget not then thine own approved, The which so long hath thee so loved, Whose steadfast faith yet never moved: Forget not this! Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 Sir Thomas Wyatt read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-11-26T00_48_36-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-26T00_48_36-08_00 Tue, 26 Nov 2013 08:48:36 +0000 2013-12-09 2013-12-09 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-26T00_48_36-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,arnold,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,matthew,poems,poetry,spoken,word 165 false Matthew Arnold read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold (1822 – 1888) The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand; Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the A gaean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea. The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2007. Matthew Arnold read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-11-25T01_59_55-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-25T01_59_55-08_00 Mon, 25 Nov 2013 09:59:55 +0000 2013-12-09 2013-12-09 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-25T01_59_55-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,john,literature,poems,poetry,scott,spoken,word 80 false John Scott read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Drum by John Scott (1731 – 1783) I hate that drum's discordant sound, Parading round, and round, and round: To thoughtless youth it pleasure yields, And lures from cities and from fields, To sell their liberty for charms Of tawdry lace and glitt'ring arms; And when Ambition's voice commands, To fight and fall in foreign lands. I hate that drum's discordant sound, Parading round, and round, and round: To me it talks of ravaged plains, And burning towns and ruin'd swains, And mangled limbs, and dying groans, And widow's tears, and orphans moans, And all that Misery's hand bestows, To fill a catalogue of woes. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2007. John Scott read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicp... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-11-21T03_51_50-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-21T03_51_50-08_00 Thu, 21 Nov 2013 11:51:50 +0000 2013-12-12 2013-12-12 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-21T03_51_50-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,clare,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,john,literature,poems,poetry,spoke,word 107 false John Clare read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. ------------------------------------------- Written in Northampton County Asylum by John Clare I am! yet what I am who cares, or knows? My friends forsake me like a memory lost. I am the self-consumer of my woes; They rise and vanish, an oblivious host, Shadows of life, whose very soul is lost. And yet I am—I live—though I am toss'd Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dream, Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys, But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem And all that 's dear. Even those I loved the best Are strange—nay, they are stranger than the rest. I long for scenes where man has never trod— For scenes where woman never smiled or wept— There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Full of high thoughts, unborn. So let me lie,- The grass below; above, the vaulted sky. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2007. John Clare read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry F... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-11-20T01_19_19-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-20T01_19_19-08_00 Wed, 20 Nov 2013 09:19:19 +0000 2013-12-12 2013-12-12 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-20T01_19_19-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud adelstrop,aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,edward,english,literature,podcast,poems,poetry,railways,thomas 86 false Edward Thomas read by Classic Poetry Aloud: www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter:@classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Adlestrop by Edward Thomas ((1878 – 1917) Yes. I remember Adlestrop — The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June. The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat. No one left and no one came On the bare platform. What I saw Was Adlestrop — only the name And willows, willow-herb, and grass, And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry, No whit less still and lonely fair Than the high cloudlets in the sky. And for that minute a blackbird sang Close by, and around him, mistier, Farther and farther, all the birds Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 Edward Thomas read by Classic Poetry Aloud: www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter:@classicpoetry... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-11-19T02_32_47-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-19T02_32_47-08_00 Tue, 19 Nov 2013 10:32:47 +0000 2013-12-12 2013-12-12 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-19T02_32_47-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud alfred,aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,lord,poems,poetry,spoken,tennyson,word 128 false Alfred, Lord Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Charge of the Light Brigade Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 92) Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. “Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!” he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. “Forward, the Light Brigade!” Was there a man dismay’d? Not tho’ the soldier knew Some one had blunder’d: Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley’d and thunder’d; Storm’d at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash’d all their sabres bare, Flash’d as they turn’d in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder’d: Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro’ the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel’d from the sabre-stroke Shatter’d and sunder’d. Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley’d and thunder’d; Storm’d at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro’ the jaws of Death, Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wonder’d. Honor the charge they made! Honor the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred! Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2007. Alfred, Lord Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @class... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-11-18T00_51_02-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-18T00_51_02-08_00 Mon, 18 Nov 2013 08:51:02 +0000 2013-12-12 2013-12-12 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-18T00_51_02-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,darkling,hardy,literature,poem,poetry,reading,recital,thomas,thrush 104 false Thomas Hardy read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. -------------------------------------- The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy (1840 – 1928) I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires. The land’s sharp features seem’d to be The Century’s corpse outleant, His crypt the cloudy canopy, The wind his death-lament. The ancient pulse of germ and birth Was shrunken hard and dry, And every spirit upon earth Seem'd fervourless as I. At once a voice arose among The bleak twigs overhead In a full-hearted evensong Of joy illimited; An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom. So little cause for carollings Of such ecstatic sound Was written on terrestrial things Afar or nigh around, That I could think there trembled through His happy good-night air Some blessèd Hope, whereof he knew And I was unaware. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2007. Thomas Hardy read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-11-15T00_51_21-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-15T00_51_21-08_00 Fri, 15 Nov 2013 08:51:21 +0000 2013-12-12 2013-12-12 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-15T00_51_21-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,cowper,english,field,listening,literature,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,poplar,reading,spoken,to,william,word 114 false William Cowper read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Poplar Field by William Cowper (1731 – 1800) The poplars are fell'd! farewell to the shade And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade; The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives. Twelve years have elapsed since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade! The blackbird has fled to another retreat Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene where his melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie as lowly as they, With a turf on my breast and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead. The change both my heart and my fancy employs, I reflect on the frailty of man and his joys; Short-lived as we are, yet our pleasures, we see, Have a still shorter date, and die sooner than we. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2008. William Cowper read by Classic Poetry Aloud www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-11-13T01_00_00-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-13T01_00_00-08_00 Wed, 13 Nov 2013 09:00:00 +0000 2013-12-12 2013-12-12 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-13T01_00_00-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,count,day,eliot,english,evans,george,lost,podcast,poem,poetry,reading 60 false George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans) read by Classic Poetry Aloud: www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Count That Day Lost by George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans) (1819 – 1880) If you sit down at set of sun And count the acts that you have done, And, counting, find One self-denying deed, one word That eased the heart of him who heard, One glance most kind That fell like sunshine where it went - Then you may count that day well spent. But if, through all the livelong day, You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay - If, through it all You've nothing done that you can trace That brought the sunshine to one face- No act most small That helped some soul and nothing cost - Then count that day as worse than lost. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans) read by Classic Poetry Aloud: www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitt... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-11-12T01_10_14-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-12T01_10_14-08_00 Tue, 12 Nov 2013 09:10:14 +0000 2013-12-12 2013-12-12 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-12T01_10_14-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,ghosts,kipling,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,rudyard,spoken,word,way,woods 83 false Rudyard Kipling read by Classic Poetry Aloud http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @classicpoetry Facebook: www.facebook.com/poetryaloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Way Through the Woods by Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods Before they planted the trees. It is underneath the coppice and heath, And the thin anemones. Only the keeper sees That, where the ring-dove broods, And the badgers roll at ease, There was once a road through the woods. Yet, if you enter the woods Of a summer evening late, When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools Where the otter whistles his mate. (They fear not men in the woods, Because they see so few) You will hear the beat of a horse's feet, And the swish of a skirt in the dew, Steadily cantering through The misty solitudes, As though they perfectly knew The old lost road through the woods. . . . But there is no road through the woods. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2007. Rudyard Kipling read by Classic Poetry Aloud http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Twitter: @clas... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-11-11T00_37_57-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-11T00_37_57-08_00 Mon, 11 Nov 2013 08:37:57 +0000 2013-12-12 2013-12-12 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-11T00_37_57-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud anthem,day,doomed,owen,poetry,remembrance,war,youth,wilfred 87 false Wilfred Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the poetry of the past. -------------------------------------- Anthem for Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen (1893 – 1918) What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, – The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2007. Wilfred Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-11-07T00_33_40-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-07T00_33_40-08_00 Thu, 07 Nov 2013 08:33:40 +0000 2013-12-12 2013-12-12 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-07T00_33_40-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,dryden,english,john,listening,literature,love,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,spoken,to,word 84 false John Dryden read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Ah, how sweet it is to love by John Dryden (1631 – 1700) Ah, how sweet it is to love! Ah, how gay is young Desire! And what pleasing pains we prove When we first approach Love's fire! Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are. Sighs which are from lovers blown Do but gently heave the heart: Ev'n the tears they shed alone Cure, like trickling balm, their smart: Lovers, when they lose their breath, Bleed away in easy death. Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend; Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before. Love, like spring-tides full and high, Swells in every youthful vein; But each tide does less supply, Till they quite shrink in again: If a flow in age appear, 'Tis but rain, and runs not clear. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2008. John Dryden read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-11-06T00_20_01-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-06T00_20_01-08_00 Wed, 06 Nov 2013 08:20:01 +0000 2013-12-12 2013-12-12 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-06T00_20_01-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,gaol,jail,listening,literature,of,oscar,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,spoken,to,wilde,word,ballad 181 false Oscar Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- from The Ballad of Reading Gaol by Oscar Wilde (1854 – 1900) He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands When they found him with the dead, The poor dead woman whom he loved, And murdered in her bed. He walked amongst the Trial Men In a suit of shabby grey; A cricket cap was on his head, And his step seemed light and gay; But I never saw a man who looked So wistfully at the day. I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky, And at every drifting cloud that went With sails of silver by. I walked, with other souls in pain, Within another ring, And was wondering if the man had done A great or little thing, When a voice behind me whispered low, "That fellow’s got to swing." Dear Christ! the very prison walls Suddenly seemed to reel, And the sky above my head became Like a casque of scorching steel; And, though I was a soul in pain, My pain I could not feel. I only knew what hunted thought Quickened his step, and why He looked upon the garish day With such a wistful eye; The man had killed the thing he loved And so he had to die. Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die. He does not die a death of shame On a day of dark disgrace, Nor have a noose about his neck, Nor a cloth upon his face, Nor drop feet foremost through the floor Into an empty place. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2008. Oscar Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-11-05T00_06_07-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-05T00_06_07-08_00 Tue, 05 Nov 2013 08:06:07 +0000 2013-12-12 2013-12-12 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-05T00_06_07-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,ella,english,literature,poems,poetry,spoken,wheeler,wilcox,word 93 false Ella Wheeler Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 – 1919) Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air. The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go. They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all. There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life's gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasure For a long and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2007. Ella Wheeler Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving vo... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-11-04T03_58_58-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-04T03_58_58-08_00 Mon, 04 Nov 2013 11:58:58 +0000 2013-12-12 2013-12-12 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-11-04T03_58_58-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,owen,poems,poetry,spoke,word 386 false Wilfred Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to poetry of the past. ----------------------------------- Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind. Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . . Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2007. Wilfred Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to poet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-10-25T00_28_21-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-25T00_28_21-07_00 Fri, 25 Oct 2013 07:28:21 +0000 2013-12-09 2013-12-09 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-25T00_28_21-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,ernest,henley,listening,literature,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,spoken,to,william,word,invictus 64 false William Ernest Henley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Invictus by William Ernest Henley (1849 – 1903) Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2008. William Ernest Henley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-10-24T01_13_59-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-24T01_13_59-07_00 Thu, 24 Oct 2013 08:13:59 +0000 2013-12-09 2013-12-09 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-24T01_13_59-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,barrett,browning,classic,classicpoetryaloud,elizabeth,english,literature,poems,poetry,spoken,word 86 false Elizabeth Barrett Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the poetry of the past. -------------------------------------- How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861) How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2007. Elizabeth Barrett Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com G... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-10-23T00_12_27-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-23T00_12_27-07_00 Wed, 23 Oct 2013 07:12:27 +0000 2013-12-12 2013-12-12 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-23T00_12_27-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poems,poetry,spoken,walt,whitman,word 125 false Walt Whitman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to poetry of the past. ----------------------------------- O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck, You’ve fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2008. Walt Whitman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-10-22T01_04_40-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-22T01_04_40-07_00 Tue, 22 Oct 2013 08:04:40 +0000 2013-12-11 2013-12-11 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-22T01_04_40-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,marvell,poems,poetry,spokenword 164 false Andrew Marvell read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow; An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, Lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song: then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust: The grave 's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapt power. Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life: Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2008. Andrew Marvell read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-10-20T23_48_59-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-20T23_48_59-07_00 Mon, 21 Oct 2013 06:48:59 +0000 2013-12-11 2013-12-11 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-20T23_48_59-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,coleridge,english,literature,poems,poetry,spokenword 200 false Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossom'd many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But O, that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced; Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reach'd the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she play'd, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me, Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2008. Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-10-18T00_48_08-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-18T00_48_08-07_00 Fri, 18 Oct 2013 07:48:08 +0000 2013-12-09 2013-12-09 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-18T00_48_08-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,dickinson,emily,english,listening,literature,love,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,spokenword,surrender 59 false Emily Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the poetry of the past. -------------------------------------- Surrender by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886) Doubt me, my dim companion! Why, God would be content With but a fraction of the love Poured thee without a stint. The whole of me, forever, What more the woman can, -- Say quick, that I may dower thee With last delight I own! It cannot be my spirit, For that was thine before; I ceded all of dust I knew, -- What opulence the more Had I, a humble maiden, Whose farthest of degree Was that she might, Some distant heaven, Dwell timidly with thee! Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2008. Emily Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-10-17T01_00_30-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-17T01_00_30-07_00 Thu, 17 Oct 2013 08:00:30 +0000 2013-12-11 2013-12-11 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-17T01_00_30-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,audio,audio/mpeg,by,classic,cpa,english,giving,hath,heart,literature,love,my,of,past,philip,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,sidney,sir,spoken,the,to,true,voice,word 66 false Sir Philip Sidney read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the poetry of the past. -------------------------------------- My True Love Hath My Heart From Arcadia by Sir Philip Sidney (1554 – 1586) My true-love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange one for the other given. I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss: There never was a bargain better driven. His heart in me keeps me and him in one; My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides: He loves my heart, for once it was his own; I cherish his because in me it bides. His heart his wound received from my sight; My heart was wounded with his wounded heart; For as from me on him his hurt did light, So still, methought, in me his hurt did smart: Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss, My true love hath my heart and I have his. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2008. Sir Philip Sidney read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voic... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-10-16T00_43_01-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-16T00_43_01-07_00 Wed, 16 Oct 2013 07:43:01 +0000 2013-12-11 2013-12-11 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-16T00_43_01-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,ellawheelerwilcox,english,listening,literature,showmetheway,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,show,spokenword,wheeler,wilcox 100 false Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the poetry of the past. -------------------------------------- Show me the Way by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Show me the way that leads to the true life. I do not care what tempests may assail me, I shall be given courage for the strife; I know my strength will not desert or fail me; I know that I shall conquer in the fray: Show me the way. Show me the way up to a higher plane, Where body shall be servant to the soul. I do not care what tides of woe or pain Across my life their angry waves may roll, If I but reach the end I seek, some day: Show me the way. Show me the way, and let me bravely climb Above vain grievings for unworthy treasures; Above all sorrow that finds balm in time; Above small triumphs or belittling pleasures; Up to those heights where these things seem child's-play: Show me the way. Show me the way to that calm, perfect peace Which springs from an inward consciousness of right; To where all conflicts with the flesh shall cease, And self shall radiate with the spirit's light. Though hard the journey and the strife, I pray, Show me the way. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2008. Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-10-15T00_35_45-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-15T00_35_45-07_00 Tue, 15 Oct 2013 07:35:45 +0000 2013-12-11 2013-12-11 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-15T00_35_45-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud alexander,aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,listening,literature,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,pope,reading,spokenword 104 false Alexander Pope read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the poetry of the past. -------------------------------------- Nature and Art from An Essay on Criticism: Part 1 by Alexander Pope (1688 – 1744) First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchang'd, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of art. Art from that fund each just supply provides, Works without show, and without pomp presides: In some fair body thus th' informing soul With spirits feeds, with vigour fills the whole, Each motion guides, and ev'ry nerve sustains; Itself unseen, but in th' effects, remains. Some, to whom Heav'n in wit has been profuse, Want as much more, to turn it to its use; For wit and judgment often are at strife, Though meant each other's aid, like man and wife. 'Tis more to guide, than spur the Muse's steed; Restrain his fury, than provoke his speed; The winged courser, like a gen'rous horse, Shows most true mettle when you check his course. Those Rules of old discover'd, not devis'd, Are Nature still, but Nature methodis'd; Nature, like liberty, is but restrain'd By the same laws which first herself ordain'd. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2008. Alexander Pope read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-10-13T14_37_58-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-13T14_37_58-07_00 Sun, 13 Oct 2013 21:37:58 +0000 2013-12-11 2013-12-11 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-13T14_37_58-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud 116,classicpoetryaloud,impediments,love,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,shakespeare,sonnet,spokenword 55 false William Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616) Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2009. William Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving vo... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-10-12T03_58_16-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-12T03_58_16-07_00 Sat, 12 Oct 2013 10:58:16 +0000 2013-12-11 2013-12-11 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-12T03_58_16-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud alfredlordtennyson,classicpoetryaloud,lady,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,shalott,spokenword,tennyson,verse 480 false Alfred, Lord Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Lady of Shalott by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892) 1842 edition Part I. On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by To many-tower'd Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott. By the margin, willow-veil'd Slide the heavy barges trail'd By slow horses; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to tower'd Camelot: And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers "'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott." Part II. There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot: There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls, And the red cloaks of market girls, Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad, Goes by to tower'd Camelot; And sometimes thro' the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed; "I am half-sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott. Part III. A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A redcross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle-bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott. All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together, As he rode down to Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light, Moves over still Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flash'd into the crystal mirror, "Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir L(continued) Alfred, Lord Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving v... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-10-11T01_44_17-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-11T01_44_17-07_00 Fri, 11 Oct 2013 08:44:17 +0000 2013-12-11 2013-12-11 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-11T01_44_17-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud binseypoplars,classic,gerardmanleyhopkins,literature,poem,poetry,reading,spoken,word 123 false Gerard Manley Hopkins read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Binsey Poplars felled 1879 by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844 – 1889) My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled, Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun, All felled, felled, are all felled; Of a fresh and following folded rank Not spared, not one That dandled a sandalled Shadow that swam or sank On meadow and river and wind-wandering weed-winding bank. O if we but knew what we do When we delve or hew— Hack and rack the growing green! Since country is so tender To touch, her being só slender, That, like this sleek and seeing ball But a prick will make no eye at all, Where we, even where we mean To mend her we end her, When we hew or delve: After-comers cannot guess the beauty been. Ten or twelve, only ten or twelve Strokes of havoc unselve The sweet especial scene, Rural scene, a rural scene, Sweet especial rural scene. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2008. Gerard Manley Hopkins read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-10-10T00_49_08-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-10T00_49_08-07_00 Thu, 10 Oct 2013 07:49:08 +0000 2013-12-11 2013-12-11 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-10T00_49_08-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,dream,edgarallenpoe,podcast,poe,poem,poetry,reading,spoken,verse,within 89 false Edgar Allen Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the classic poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- A Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow – You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream: Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand— How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep While I weep--while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 Edgar Allen Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-10-09T00_43_12-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-09T00_43_12-07_00 Wed, 09 Oct 2013 07:43:12 +0000 2013-12-11 2013-12-11 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-09T00_43_12-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,poetry,poetryaloud,classicpoetry,wordsworth,westminsterbridge 65 false Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the classic poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Upon Westminster Bridge by William Wordsworth Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still! Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-10-08T00_03_00-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-08T00_03_00-07_00 Tue, 08 Oct 2013 07:03:00 +0000 2013-12-11 2013-12-11 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-08T00_03_00-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,byron,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poems,poetry,beauty,walks 81 false Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the classic poetry of the past. ------------------------------------- She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that's best of dark and bright Meets in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which Heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress Or softly lightens o'er her face, Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek and o'er that brow So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent,— A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent. Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the cla... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-10-07T05_26_17-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-07T05_26_17-07_00 Mon, 07 Oct 2013 12:26:17 +0000 2013-12-11 2013-12-11 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-07T05_26_17-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,autumn,classic,fruitfulness,keats,mellow,mists,ode,of,poetry,poets,romantic,season,to 134 false Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Ode to Autumn by John Keats Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers: And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,— While barrèd clouds bloom the soft-dying day And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river-sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. You can find more readings of Keats' poetry at: http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/category/John-Keats/ Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-10-05T10_03_36-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-05T10_03_36-07_00 Sat, 05 Oct 2013 17:03:36 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-05T10_03_36-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,owen 386 false Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind. Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . . Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori. My Odeo Channel (odeo/3cef863dbf83e34a) Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to c... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-10-05T10_02_39-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-05T10_02_39-07_00 Sat, 05 Oct 2013 17:02:39 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-05T10_02_39-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,donne 139 false Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- The Sunne Rising by John Donne Busie old foole, unruly Sunne, Why dost thou thus, Through windowes, and through curtaines call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run? Sawcy pedantique wretch, goe chide Late schoole boyes, and sowre prentices, Goe tell Court-huntsmen, that the King will ride, Call countrey ants to harvest offices; Love, all alike, no season knowes, nor clyme, Nor houres, dayes, moneths, which are the rags of time. Thy beames, so reverend, and strong Why shouldst thou thinke? I could eclipse and cloud them with a winke, But that I would not lose her sight so long: If her eyes have not blinded thine, Looke, and to morrow late, tell mee, Whether both the'India's of spice and Myne Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with mee. Aske for those Kings whom thou saw'st yesterday, And thou shalt heare, All here in one bed lay. She'is all States, and all Princes, I, Nothing else is. Princes doe but play us; compar'd to this, All honor's mimique; All wealth alchimie. Thou sunne art halfe as happy'as wee, In that the world's contracted thus; Thine age askes ease, and since thy duties bee To warme the world, that's done in warming us. Shine here to us, and thou art every where; This bed thy center is, these walls, thy spheare. Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-10-05T09_55_11-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-05T09_55_11-07_00 Sat, 05 Oct 2013 16:55:11 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-05T09_55_11-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,lord,byron 97 false Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- When We Two Parted by Lord Byron WHEN we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow— It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me— Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well: Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell. In secret we met— In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? With silence and tears. Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2013-10-05T09_41_31-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-05T09_41_31-07_00 Sat, 05 Oct 2013 16:41:31 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2013-10-05T09_41_31-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,oscar,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,séparation,voice,wilde 170 false O Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Her Voice by Oscar Wilde (1854 – 1900) The wild bee reels from bough to bough With his furry coat and his gauzy wing. Now in a lily-cup, and now Setting a jacinth bell a-swing, In his wandering; Sit closer love: it was here I trow I made that vow, Swore that two lives should be like one As long as the sea-gull loved the sea, As long as the sunflower sought the sun, — It shall be, I said, for eternity ’Twixt you and me! Dear friend, those times are over and done, Love’s web is spun. Look upward where the poplar trees Sway and sway in the summer air, Here in the valley never a breeze Scatters the thistledown, but there Great winds blow fair From the mighty murmuring mystical seas, And the wave-lashed leas. Look upward where the white gull screams, What does it see that we do not see? Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams On some outward voyaging argosy, — Ah! can it be We have lived our lives in a land of dreams! How sad it seems. Sweet, there is nothing left to say But this, that love is never lost, Keen winter stabs the breasts of May Whose crimson roses burst his frost, Ships tempest-tossed Will find a harbour in some bay, And so we may. And there is nothing left to do But to kiss once again, and part, Nay, there is nothing we should rue, I have my beauty,—you your Art, Nay, do not start, One world was not enough for two Like me and you. O Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryal... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-11-11T02_22_55-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-11-11T02_22_55-08_00 Thu, 11 Nov 2010 10:22:55 +0000 2013-12-06 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-11-11T02_22_55-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud war,poetry,remembrance,day,wilfren,owen,anthem,doomed,youth 87 false Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Anthem for Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen (1893 – 1918) What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, – The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds. Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-08-25T00_00_00-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-25T00_00_00-07_00 Wed, 25 Aug 2010 07:00:00 +0000 2013-12-06 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-25T00_00_00-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,spoken,verse,marlowe,passionate,shepherd,love,christopher 111 false C Marlowe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe (1564 – 1593) Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. There will I make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair linèd slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love. Thy silver dishes for thy meat As precious as the gods do eat, Shall on an ivory table be Prepared each day for thee and me. The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May-morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my Love. First aired: 20 September 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2007 C Marlowe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-08-23T00_00_52-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-23T00_00_52-07_00 Mon, 23 Aug 2010 07:00:52 +0000 2013-12-06 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-23T00_00_52-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,spoken,verse,delight,disorder,herrick,robert,dress 51 false R Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Delight in Disorder by Robert Herrick (1591–1674) A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness:– A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distractión,– An erring lace, which here and there Enthrals the crimson stomacher,– A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribbands to flow confusedly,– A winning wave, deserving note, In the tempestuous petticoat,– A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility,– Do more bewitch me, than when art Is too precise in every part. First aired: 15 May 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 R Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-08-21T00_00_50-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-21T00_00_50-07_00 Sat, 21 Aug 2010 07:00:50 +0000 2013-12-06 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-21T00_00_50-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,spoken,verse,night,william,blake,nature,god 126 false W Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Night by William Blake (1757 – 1827) The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest. And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night. Farewell, green fields and happy grove, Where flocks have took delight: Where lambs have nibbled, silent move The feet of angels bright; Unseen they pour blessing And joy without ceasing On each bud and blossom, And each sleeping bosom. They look in every thoughtless nest Where birds are cover'd warm; They visit caves of every beast, To keep them all from harm: If they see any weeping That should have been sleeping, They pour sleep on their head, And sit down by their bed. When wolves and tigers howl for prey, They pitying stand and weep, Seeking to drive their thirst away And keep them from the sheep. But, if they rush dreadful, The angels, most heedful, Receive each mild spirit, New worlds to inherit. And there the lion's ruddy eyes Shall flow with tears of gold: And pitying the tender cries, And walking round the fold: Saying, 'Wrath, by His meekness, And, by His health, sickness, Are driven away From our immortal day. 'And now beside thee, bleating lamb, I can lie down and sleep, Or think on Him who bore thy name, Graze after thee, and weep. For, wash'd in life's river, My bright mane for ever Shall shine like the gold As I guard o'er the fold.' First aired: 5 August 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 W Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-08-19T00_00_51-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-19T00_00_51-07_00 Thu, 19 Aug 2010 07:00:51 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-19T00_00_51-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,spoken,verse,sonnet,116,shakespeare,marriage,minds 55 false W Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616) Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. First aired: 19 April 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 W Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-08-17T00_00_56-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-17T00_00_56-07_00 Tue, 17 Aug 2010 07:00:56 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-17T00_00_56-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,spoken,verse,james,elroy,flecker,opportunity,machiavelli 98 false JE Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Opportunity by James Elroy Flecker (1884 – 1915) From Machiavelli "But who art thou, with curious beauty graced, O woman, stamped with some bright heavenly seal Why go thy feet on wings, and in such haste?" "I am that maid whose secret few may steal, Called Opportunity. I hasten by Because my feet are treading on a wheel, Being more swift to run than birds to fly. And rightly on my feet my wings I wear, To blind the sight of those who track and spy; Rightly in front I hold my scattered hair To veil my face, and down my breast to fall, Lest men should know my name when I am there; And leave behind my back no wisp at all For eager folk to clutch, what time I glide So near, and turn, and pass beyond recall." "Tell me; who is that Figure at thy side?" "Penitence. Mark this well that by decree Who lets me go must keep her for his bride. And thou hast spent much time in talk with me Busied with thoughts and fancies vainly grand, Nor hast remarked, O fool, neither dost see How lightly I have fled beneath thy hand." First aired: 25 July 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2007 JE Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-08-15T00_00_53-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-15T00_00_53-07_00 Sun, 15 Aug 2010 07:00:53 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-15T00_00_53-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,spoken,verse,god,belief,george,herbert,mattins 9 false G Herbert read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Mattins by George Herbert (1593 – 1633) I cannot ope mine eyes, But thou art ready there to catch My morning-soul and sacrifice: Then we must needs for that day make a match. My God, what is a heart? Silver, or gold, or precious stone, Or star, or rainbow, or a part Of all these things or all of them in one? My God, what is a heart? That thou should'st it so eye, and woo, Pouring upon it all thy art, As if that thou hadst nothing else to do? Indeed man's whole estate Amounts (and richly) to serve thee: He did not heav'n and earth create, Yet studies them, not him by whom they be. Teach me thy love to know; That this new light, which now I see, May both the work and workman show: Then by a sun-beam I will climb to thee. First aired: 1 August 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 G Herbert read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-08-13T00_00_51-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-13T00_00_51-07_00 Fri, 13 Aug 2010 07:00:51 +0000 2013-12-06 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-13T00_00_51-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,spoken,verse,dickinson,emily,grass,little,womens 62 false E Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Grass so little has to do by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886) The Grass so little has to do – A Sphere of simple Green – With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain – And stir all day to pretty Tunes The Breezes fetch along – And hold the Sunshine in its lap And bow to everything – And thread the Dews, all night, like Pearls – And make itself so fine A Duchess were too common For such a noticing – And even when it dies – to pass In Odors so divine – Like Lowly spices, lain to sleep – Or Spikenards, perishing – And then, in Sovereign Barns to dwell – And dream the Days away, The Grass so little has to do I wish I were a Hay – First aired: 7 May 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 E Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-08-11T00_00_00-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-11T00_00_00-07_00 Wed, 11 Aug 2010 07:00:00 +0000 2013-12-06 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-11T00_00_00-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,spoken,verse,percy,shelley,skylark,nature,ode 71 false PB Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- from To a Skylark by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822) Hail to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert— That from heaven or near it Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden light'ning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. First aired: 21 August 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 PB Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voic... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-08-09T00_01_04-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-09T00_01_04-07_00 Mon, 09 Aug 2010 07:01:04 +0000 2013-12-06 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-09T00_01_04-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,spoken,verse,lady,shalott,alfred,lord,tennyson 480 false Lord Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Lady of Shalott by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892) 1842 edition Part I. On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by To many-tower'd Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott. By the margin, willow-veil'd Slide the heavy barges trail'd By slow horses; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to tower'd Camelot: And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers "'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott." Part II. There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot: There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls, And the red cloaks of market girls, Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad, Goes by to tower'd Camelot; And sometimes thro' the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed; "I am half-sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott. Part III. A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A redcross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle-bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott. All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together, As he rode down to Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light, Moves over still Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-hors(continued) Lord Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-08-08T00_00_52-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-08T00_00_52-07_00 Sun, 08 Aug 2010 07:00:52 +0000 2013-12-06 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-08T00_00_52-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,spoken,verse,william,wordsworth,world,with,us 62 false W Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The World is too Much With by William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850) The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. First aired: 4 May 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 W Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-08-07T00_00_43-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-07T00_00_43-07_00 Sat, 07 Aug 2010 07:00:43 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-07T00_00_43-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,spoken,verse,john,scott,drum,war,peace 80 false J Scott read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Drum by John Scott (1731 – 1783) I hate that drum's discordant sound, Parading round, and round, and round: To thoughtless youth it pleasure yields, And lures from cities and from fields, To sell their liberty for charms Of tawdry lace and glitt'ring arms; And when Ambition's voice commands, To fight and fall in foreign lands. I hate that drum's discordant sound, Parading round, and round, and round: To me it talks of ravaged plains, And burning towns and ruin'd swains, And mangled limbs, and dying groans, And widow's tears, and orphans moans, And all that Misery's hand bestows, To fill a catalogue of woes. First aired: 17 September 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J Scott read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-08-06T00_00_44-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-06T00_00_44-07_00 Fri, 06 Aug 2010 07:00:44 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-06T00_00_44-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,spoken,verse,eventide,john,mccrae,sunset,peace 85 false J McCrae read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Eventide by John McCrae (1872 – 1918) The day is past and the toilers cease; The land grows dim 'mid the shadows grey, And hearts are glad, for the dark brings peace At the close of day. Each weary toiler, with lingering pace, As he homeward turns, with the long day done, Looks out to the west, with the light on his face Of the setting sun. Yet some see not (with their sin-dimmed eyes) The promise of rest in the fading light; But the clouds loom dark in the angry skies At the fall of night. And some see only a golden sky Where the elms their welcoming arms stretch wide To the calling rooks, as they homeward fly At the eventide. It speaks of peace that comes after strife, Of the rest He sends to the hearts He tried, Of the calm that follows the stormiest life — God's eventide. First aired: 1 August 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J McCrae read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-08-05T00_00_38-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-05T00_00_38-07_00 Thu, 05 Aug 2010 07:00:38 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-05T00_00_38-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,spoken,verse,life,charlotte,bronte,fate,resilience 85 false C Bronte read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Life by Charlotte Bronte (1816 – 1855) Life, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day. Sometimes there are clouds of gloom, But these are transient all; If the shower will make the roses bloom, O why lament its fall? Rapidly, merrily, Life's sunny hours flit by, Gratefully, cheerily, Enjoy them as they fly! What though Death at times steps in And calls our Best away? What though sorrow seems to win, O'er hope, a heavy sway ? Yet hope again elastic springs, Unconquered, though she fell; Still buoyant are her golden wings, Still strong to bear us well. Manfully, fearlessly, The day of trial bear, For gloriously, victoriously, Can courage quell despair! First aired: 31 July 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 C Bronte read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-08-03T00_00_42-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-03T00_00_42-07_00 Tue, 03 Aug 2010 07:00:42 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-03T00_00_42-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,spoken,verse,james,flecker,thousand,years,mortality 107 false JE Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- To a Poet a Thousand Years Hence by James Elroy Flecker (1884 – 1915) I who am dead a thousand years, And wrote this sweet archaic song, Send you my words for messengers The way I shall not pass along. I care not if you bridge the seas, Or ride secure the cruel sky, Or build consummate palaces Of metal or of masonry. But have you wine and music still, And statues and a bright-eyed love, And foolish thoughts of good and ill, And prayers to them who sit above? How shall we conquer? Like a wind That falls at eve our fancies blow, And old Moeonides the blind Said it three thousand years ago. O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, Read out my words at night, alone: I was a poet, I was young. Since I can never see your face, And never shake you by the hand, I send my soul through time and space To greet you. You will understand. First aired: 30 July 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2007 JE Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voic... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-08-01T00_00_55-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-01T00_00_55-07_00 Sun, 01 Aug 2010 07:00:55 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-08-01T00_00_55-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,spoken,verse,housman,houseman,still,soul,despair 121 false AE Housman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Be Still, My Soul, Be Still by AE Housman (1859 – 1936) Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong. Think rather, - call to thought, if now you grieve a little, The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long. Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarry I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn; Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry: Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born. Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason, I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun. Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season: Let us endure an hour and see injustice done. Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation; All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain: Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation- Oh why did I awake? when shall I sleep again? First aired: 29 July 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 AE Housman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-07-31T00_00_48-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-07-31T00_00_48-07_00 Sat, 31 Jul 2010 07:00:48 +0000 2013-12-06 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-07-31T00_00_48-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,spoken,verse,wilfred,owen,parable,abram,sacrifice 79 false W Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Parable of the Old Men and the Young by Wilfred Owen (1893 – 1918) So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, And took the fire with him, and a knife. And as they sojourned both of them together, Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father, Behold the preparations, fire and iron, But where the lamb for this burnt-offering? Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps, And builded parapets and trenches there, And stretchèd forth the knife to slay his son. When lo! an angel called him out of heaven, Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad, Neither do anything to him. Behold, A ram caught in a thicket by its horns; Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him. But the old man would not so, but slew his son... First aired: 29 July 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 W Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-07-30T00_01_03-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-07-30T00_01_03-07_00 Fri, 30 Jul 2010 07:01:03 +0000 2013-12-06 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-07-30T00_01_03-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,spoken,verse,john,keats,death,life,fears 77 false J Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be by John Keats (1795 – 1821) When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high pil`d books, in charact'ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And feel that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour! That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love;—then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think, Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink. First aired: 28 July 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2007 J Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-07-28T00_00_55-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-07-28T00_00_55-07_00 Wed, 28 Jul 2010 07:00:55 +0000 2013-12-06 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-07-28T00_00_55-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,spoken,verse,wilde,voice,oscar,love,wild 170 false O Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Her Voice by Oscar Wilde (1854 – 1900) The wild bee reels from bough to bough With his furry coat and his gauzy wing. Now in a lily-cup, and now Setting a jacinth bell a-swing, In his wandering; Sit closer love: it was here I trow I made that vow, Swore that two lives should be like one As long as the sea-gull loved the sea, As long as the sunflower sought the sun, — It shall be, I said, for eternity ’Twixt you and me! Dear friend, those times are over and done, Love’s web is spun. Look upward where the poplar trees Sway and sway in the summer air, Here in the valley never a breeze Scatters the thistledown, but there Great winds blow fair From the mighty murmuring mystical seas, And the wave-lashed leas. Look upward where the white gull screams, What does it see that we do not see? Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams On some outward voyaging argosy, — Ah! can it be We have lived our lives in a land of dreams! How sad it seems. Sweet, there is nothing left to say But this, that love is never lost, Keen winter stabs the breasts of May Whose crimson roses burst his frost, Ships tempest-tossed Will find a harbour in some bay, And so we may. And there is nothing left to do But to kiss once again, and part, Nay, there is nothing we should rue, I have my beauty,—you your Art, Nay, do not start, One world was not enough for two Like me and you. First aired: 14 September 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 O Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-07-27T00_00_56-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-07-27T00_00_56-07_00 Tue, 27 Jul 2010 07:00:56 +0000 2013-12-06 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-07-27T00_00_56-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,spoken,verse,john,donne,death,funeral,dark 82 false J Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Death by John Donne (1572 - 1631) Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so, For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee doe goe, Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie. Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well, And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then; One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die. First aired: 26 July 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2007 J Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-07-26T00_01_13-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-07-26T00_01_13-07_00 Mon, 26 Jul 2010 07:01:13 +0000 2013-12-06 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-07-26T00_01_13-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,dancing,english,gratiana,literature,lovelace,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,recital 55 false R Lovelace read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Gratiana Dancing by Richard Lovelace (1618 – 1658) She beat the happy pavement— By such a star made firmament, Which now no more the roof envìes! But swells up high, with Atlas even, Bearing the brighter nobler heaven, And, in her, all the deities. Each step trod out a Lover's thought, And the ambitious hopes he brought Chain'd to her brave feet with such arts, Such sweet command and gentle awe, As, when she ceased, we sighing saw The floor lay paved with broken hearts. First aired: 25 July 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 R Lovelace read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-07-24T23_34_48-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-07-24T23_34_48-07_00 Sun, 25 Jul 2010 06:34:48 +0000 2013-12-06 2013-12-06 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-07-24T23_34_48-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud bridges,classicpoetryaloud,english,father,literature,pater,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,son 90 false R Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Pater Filio by Robert Bridges (1844 – 1930) Sense with keenest edge unused, Yet unsteel'd by scathing fire; Lovely feet as yet unbruised On the ways of dark desire; Sweetest hope that lookest smiling O'er the wilderness defiling! Why such beauty, to be blighted By the swarm of foul destruction? Why such innocence delighted, When sin stalks to thy seduction? All the litanies e'er chaunted Shall not keep thy faith undaunted. I have pray'd the sainted Morning To unclasp her hands to hold thee; From resignful Eve's adorning Stol'n a robe of peace to enfold thee; With all charms of man's contriving Arm'd thee for thy lonely striving. Me too once unthinking Nature, —Whence Love's timeless mockery took me,— Fashion'd so divine a creature, Yea, and like a beast forsook me. I forgave, but tell the measure Of her crime in thee, my treasure. First aired: 26 July 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 R Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-05-01T06_33_47-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-05-01T06_33_47-07_00 Sat, 01 May 2010 13:33:47 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-05-01T06_33_47-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud 84 false J Dryden read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- How Sweet it is to Love by John Dryden (1631 – 1700) Ah, how sweet it is to love! Ah, how gay is young Desire! And what pleasing pains we prove When we first approach Love's fire! Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are. Sighs which are from lovers blown Do but gently heave the heart: Ev'n the tears they shed alone Cure, like trickling balm, their smart: Lovers, when they lose their breath, Bleed away in easy death. Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend; Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before. Love, like spring-tides full and high, Swells in every youthful vein; But each tide does less supply, Till they quite shrink in again: If a flow in age appear, 'Tis but rain, and runs not clear. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J Dryden read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-03-07T06_01_15-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-03-07T06_01_15-08_00 Sun, 07 Mar 2010 14:01:15 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-03-07T06_01_15-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud 115 false J Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Good-morrow by John Donne (1572 – 1631) I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we lov'd? were we not wean'd till then? But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den? T'was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee. If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desir'd, and got, t'was but a dreame of thee. And now good morrow to our waking soules, Which watch not one another out of feare; For love, all love of other sights controules, And makes one little roome, an every where. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let Maps to other, worlds on worlds have showne, Let us possesse one world, each hath one, and is one. My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares, And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest, Where can we finde two better hemispheares Without sharpe North, without declining West? What ever dyes, was not mixt equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-03-06T04_18_21-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-03-06T04_18_21-08_00 Sat, 06 Mar 2010 12:18:21 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-03-06T04_18_21-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,barrett,browning,classic,classicpoetryaloud,elizabeth,english,literature,poems,poetry,spoke,word 86 false EB Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861) How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 EB Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-02-14T00_01_07-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-02-14T00_01_07-08_00 Sun, 14 Feb 2010 08:01:07 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-02-14T00_01_07-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud 57,classic,poem,poetry,shakespeare,slave,sonnet,william,love 66 false W Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Sonnet 57 Being your Slave by William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616) Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how happy you make those! So true a fool is love, that in your Will, Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 W Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-02-13T07_19_34-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-02-13T07_19_34-08_00 Sat, 13 Feb 2010 15:19:34 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-02-13T07_19_34-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,love,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,recital,wither,valentine 115 false G Wither read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Lover’s Resolution by George Wither by George Wither (1588-1667) Shall I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman 's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care 'Cause another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flow'ry meads in May, If she think not well of me, What care I how fair she be? Shall my silly heart be pined 'Cause I see a woman kind? Or a well disposed nature Joined with a lovely feature? Be she meeker, kinder, than Turtle-dove or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be? Shall a woman's virtues move Me to perish for her love? Or her well-deservings known Make me quite forget my own? Be she with that goodness blest Which may merit name of Best, If she be not such to me, What care I how good she be? 'Cause her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the fool and die? She that bears a noble mind, If not outward helps she find, Thinks what with them he would do That without them dares her woo; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair; If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve; If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be? First aired: 23 July 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 G Wither read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-02-10T15_13_34-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-02-10T15_13_34-08_00 Wed, 10 Feb 2010 23:13:34 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-02-10T15_13_34-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,charles,english,faces,familiar,lamb,literature,old,poem,poems,poetry 121 false C Lamb read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. ---------------------------------------- The Old Familiar Faces by Charles Lamb (1775–1834) I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I loved a Love once, fairest among women: Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man: Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces. Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood, Earth seem'd a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling? So might we talk of the old familiar faces - How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. First aired: 4 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2007 C Lamb read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-02-06T03_59_45-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-02-06T03_59_45-08_00 Sat, 06 Feb 2010 11:59:45 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-02-06T03_59_45-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,love,marlowe,passionate,poem,poems,poetry,reading,shepherd 111 false C Marlowe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe (1564 – 1593) Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. There will I make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair linèd slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love. Thy silver dishes for thy meat As precious as the gods do eat, Shall on an ivory table be Prepared each day for thee and me. The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May-morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my Love. First aired: 20 September 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 C Marlowe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-01-17T00_00_40-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-01-17T00_00_40-08_00 Sun, 17 Jan 2010 08:00:40 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-01-17T00_00_40-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud am,classicpoetryaloud,english,i,literature,podcast,poem,poetry,reading,thomas,verse,wyatt 156 false T Wyatt read by Classic Poetry Aloud: www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- I am as I am by Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503 – 1542) I am as I am and so will I be But how that I am none knoweth truly, Be it evil be it well, be I bond be I free I am as I am and so will I be. I lead my life indifferently, I mean nothing but honestly, And though folks judge diversely, I am as I am and so will I die. I do not rejoice nor yet complain, Both mirth and sadness I do refrain, And use the mean since folks will fain Yet I am as I am be it pleasure or pain. Divers do judge as they do true, Some of pleasure and some of woe, Yet for all that no thing they know, But I am as I am wheresoever I go. But since judgers do thus decay, Let every man his judgement say: I will it take in sport and play, For I am as I am who so ever say nay. Who judgeth well, well God him send; Who judgeth evil, God them amend; To judge the best therefore intend, For I am as I am and so will I end. Yet some that be that take delight To judge folks thought for envy and spite, But whether they judge me wrong or right, I am as I am and so do I write. Praying you all that this do read, To trust it as you do your creed, And not to think I change my weed, For I am as I am however I speed. But how that is I leave to you; Judge as ye list, false or true; Ye know no more than afore ye knew; Yet I am as I am whatever ensue. And from this mind I will not flee, But to you all that misjudge me, I do protest as ye may see, That I am as I am and so will I be. First aired: 18 February 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 T Wyatt read by Classic Poetry Aloud: www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the poetry o... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-01-15T23_49_58-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-01-15T23_49_58-08_00 Sat, 16 Jan 2010 07:49:58 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-01-15T23_49_58-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,dryden,john,life,literature,love,poem,poetry,reading 62 false JH Dryden read by Classic Poetry Aloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past: www.classicpoetryaloud.com --------------------------------------- Can Life be a Blessing by John Henry Dryden (1631 – 1700) Can life be a blessing, Or worth the possessing, Can life be a blessing if love were away? Ah no! though our love all night keep us waking, And though he torment us with cares all the day, Yet he sweetens, he sweetens our pains in the taking, There's an hour at the last, there's an hour to repay. In ev'ry possessing, The ravishing blessing, In ev'ry possessing the fruit of our pain, Poor lovers forget long ages of anguish, Whate'er they have suffer'd and done to obtain; 'Tis a pleasure, a pleasure to sigh and to languish, When we hope, when we hope to be happy again. First aired: 31 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2010 JH Dryden read by Classic Poetry Aloud Giving voice to the poetry of the past: www.classicpoe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-01-10T04_22_46-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-01-10T04_22_46-08_00 Sun, 10 Jan 2010 12:22:46 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-01-10T04_22_46-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud 80 false J Milton read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- On His Blindness by John Milton (1608 – 1674) When I consider how my light is spent E're half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide, Lodg'd with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, least he returning chide, Doth God exact day-labour, light deny'd, I fondly ask; But patience to prevent That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts, who best Bear his milde yoak, they serve him best, his State Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed And post o're Land and Ocean without rest: They also serve who only stand and waite. First aired: 20 November 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To learn a little more about the poems and poets on Classic Poetry Aloud, join the mailing list. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J Milton read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-01-02T23_00_30-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-01-02T23_00_30-08_00 Sun, 03 Jan 2010 07:00:30 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-01-02T23_00_30-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,charlotte,mew,call,resolution,decision 80 false C Mew read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Call by Charlotte Mew (1869 – 1928) From our low seat beside the fire Where we have dozed and dreamed and watched the glow Or raked the ashes, stopping so We scarcely saw the sun or rain Above, or looked much higher Than this same quiet red or burned-out fire. To-night we heard a call, A rattle on the window-pane, A voice on the sharp air, And felt a breath stirring our hair, A flame within us: Something swift and tall Swept in and out and that was all. Was it a bright or a dark angel? Who can know? It left no mark upon the snow, But suddenly it snapped the chain Unbarred, flung wide the door Which will not shut again; And so we cannot sit here any more. We must arise and go: The world is cold without And dark and hedged about With mystery and enmity and doubt, But we must go Though yet we do not know Who called, or what marks we shall leave upon the snow. First aired: 3 May 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To learn a little more about the poems and poets on Classic Poetry Aloud, join the mailing list. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 C Mew read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2010-01-01T23_00_33-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-01-01T23_00_33-08_00 Sat, 02 Jan 2010 07:00:33 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2010-01-01T23_00_33-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,percy,shelley,summer,winter,sympathy 78 false PB Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Summer And Winter by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 – 1822) It was a bright and cheerful afternoon, Towards the end of the sunny month of June, When the north wind congregates in crowds The floating mountains of the silver clouds From the horizon--and the stainless sky Opens beyond them like eternity. All things rejoiced beneath the sun; the weeds, The river, and the cornfields, and the reeds; The willow leaves that glanced in the light breeze, And the firm foliage of the larger trees. It was a winter such as when birds die In the deep forests; and the fishes lie Stiffened in the translucent ice, which makes Even the mud and slime of the warm lakes A wrinkled clod as hard as brick; and when, Among their children, comfortable men Gather about great fires, and yet feel cold: Alas, then, for the homeless beggar old! First aired: 28 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To learn a little more about the poems and poets on Classic Poetry Aloud, join the mailing list. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 PB Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the poet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-12-31T23_00_29-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-31T23_00_29-08_00 Fri, 01 Jan 2010 07:00:29 +0000 2019-06-22 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-31T23_00_29-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,emily,dickinson,hope,feathers,spirit 49 false E Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Hope is the Thing with Feathers by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886) "Hope" is the thing with feathers — That perches in the soul — And sings the tune without the words — And never stops — at all — And sweetest — in the Gale — is heard — And sore must be the storm — That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm — I've heard it in the chillest land — And on the strangest Sea — Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb — of Me. First aired: 18 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To learn a little more about the poems and poets on Classic Poetry Aloud, join the mailing list. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 E Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-12-30T23_00_33-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-30T23_00_33-08_00 Thu, 31 Dec 2009 07:00:33 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-30T23_00_33-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,bridges,robert,winter,nightfall,death 81 false R Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Winter Nightfall by Robert Bridges (1844 - 1930) The day begins to droop,— Its course is done: But nothing tells the place Of the setting sun. The hazy darkness deepens, And up the lane You may hear, but cannot see, The homing wain. An engine pants and hums In the farm hard by: Its lowering smoke is lost In the lowering sky. The soaking branches drip, And all night through The dropping will not cease In the avenue. A tall man there in the house Must keep his chair: He knows he will never again Breathe the spring air: His heart is worn with work; He is giddy and sick If he rise to go as far As the nearest rick: He thinks of his morn of life, His hale, strong years; And braves as he may the night Of darkness and tears First aired: 24 November 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To learn a little more about the poems and poets on Classic Poetry Aloud, join the mailing list. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 R Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-12-29T23_00_31-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-29T23_00_31-08_00 Wed, 30 Dec 2009 07:00:31 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-29T23_00_31-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,thomas,hardy,snow,suburbs,winter 78 false T Hardy read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Snow in the Suburbs by Thomas Hardy (1840 – 1928) Every branch big with it, Bent every twig with it; Every fork like a white web-foot; Every street and pavement mute: Some flakes have lost their way, and grope back upward when Meeting those meandering down they turn and descend again. The palings are glued together like a wall, And there is no waft of wind with the fleecy fall. A sparrow enters the tree, Whereon immediately A snow-lump thrice his own slight size Descends on him and showers his head and eye And overturns him, And near inurns him, And lights on a nether twig, when its brush Starts off a volley of other lodging lumps with a rush. The steps are a blanched slope, Up which, with feeble hope, A black cat comes, wide-eyed and thin; And we take him in. First aired: 15 March 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To learn a little more about the poems and poets on Classic Poetry Aloud, join the mailing list. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 T Hardy read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-12-28T23_00_32-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-28T23_00_32-08_00 Tue, 29 Dec 2009 07:00:32 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-28T23_00_32-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,frost,midnight,winter,samuel,coleridge 100 false ST Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- from Frost at Midnight by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 – 1834) The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as before. The inmates of my cottage, all at rest, Have left me to that solitude, which suits Abstruser musings: save that at my side My cradled infant slumbers peacefully. 'Tis calm indeed! so calm, that it disturbs And vexes meditation with its strange And extreme silentness. Sea, hill, and wood, With all the numberless goings-on of life, Inaudible as dreams! the thin blue flame Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not; Only that film, which fluttered on the grate, Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. Methinks its motion in this hush of nature Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, Making it a companionable form, Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit By its own moods interprets, every where Echo or mirror seeking of itself, And makes a toy of Thought. First aired: 26 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To learn a little more about the poems and poets on Classic Poetry Aloud, join the mailing list. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 ST Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-12-27T08_58_36-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-27T08_58_36-08_00 Sun, 27 Dec 2009 16:58:36 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-27T08_58_36-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,emerson,snow,storm,winter,literature 126 false RW Emerson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Snow-Storm by Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882) Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm. Come see the north wind's masonry. Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he For number or proportion. Mockingly, On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths; A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn; Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall, Maugre the farmer's sighs; and at the gate A tapering turret overtops the work. And when his hours are numbered, and the world Is all his own, retiring, as he were not, Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone, Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work, The frolic architecture of the snow. Students and those interested in knowing more should visit: http://www.etsu.edu/writing/amlit_s04/anthology/snowstorm.htm First aired: 10 January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To learn a little more about the poems and poets on Classic Poetry Aloud, join the mailing list. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 RW Emerson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-12-25T23_00_27-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-25T23_00_27-08_00 Sat, 26 Dec 2009 07:00:27 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-25T23_00_27-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud christmas,classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,peace,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,recital,vaughan 66 false H Vaughan read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Peace by Henry Vaughan (1621 – 1695) My soul, there is a country Far beyond the stars, Where stands a wingèd sentry All skilful in the wars: There, above noise and danger, Sweet Peace sits crown'd with smiles, And One born in a manger Commands the beauteous files. He is thy gracious Friend, And—O my soul, awake!— Did in pure love descend To die here for thy sake. If thou canst get but thither, There grows the flower of Peace, The Rose that cannot wither, Thy fortress, and thy ease. Leave then thy foolish ranges; For none can thee secure But One who never changes— Thy God, thy life, thy cure. First aired: 29 January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 H Vaughan read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-12-24T23_00_22-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-24T23_00_22-08_00 Fri, 25 Dec 2009 07:00:22 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-24T23_00_22-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,leigh,hunt,peace,abou,adhem 99 false L Hunt read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. ---------------------------------------- Abou ben Adhem by Leigh Hunt (1784 - 1859) Abou ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw—within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom— An angel, writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, ‘What writest thou?’—The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, ‘The names of those who love the Lord.’ ‘And is mine one?’ said Abou. ‘Nay, not so,’ Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still, and said, ‘I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow men.’ The angel wrote and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, And lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest. First aired: 15 August 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To learn a little more about the poems and poets on Classic Poetry Aloud, join the mailing list. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 L Hunt read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-12-23T23_00_29-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-23T23_00_29-08_00 Thu, 24 Dec 2009 07:00:29 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-23T23_00_29-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,mahogany,drink,christmas,william,thackeray 142 false WM Thackeray read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Mahogany Tree by William Makepeace Thackeray (1811 – 1863) Christmas is here: Winds whistle shrill, Icy and chill, Little care we: Little we fear Weather without, Shelter about The Mahogany Tree. Once on the boughs Birds of rare plume Sang, in its bloom; Night-birds are we: Here we carouse, Singing like them, Perched round the stem Of the jolly old tree. Here let us sport, Boys, as we sit; Laughter and wit Flashing so free. Life is but short – When we are gone, Let them sing on Round the old tree. Evenings we knew, Happy as this; Faces we miss, Pleasant to see. Kind hearts and true, Gentle and just, Peace to your dust! We sing round the tree. Care, like a dun, Lurks at the gate: Let the dog wait; Happy we'll be! Drink, every one; Pile up the coals, Fill the red bowls, Round the old tree! Drain we the cup. – Friend, art afraid? Spirits are laid In the Red Sea. Mantle it up; Empty it yet; Let us forget, Round the old tree. Sorrows, begone! Life and its ills, Duns and their bills, Bid we to flee. Come with the dawn, Blue-devil sprite, Leave us to-night, Round the old tree. First aired: 24 December 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To learn a little more about the poems and poets on Classic Poetry Aloud, join the mailing list. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 WM Thackeray read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-12-22T23_00_28-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-22T23_00_28-08_00 Wed, 23 Dec 2009 07:00:28 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-22T23_00_28-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,fish,invitation,sydney,smith,christmas 79 false S Smith read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Answer to an Invitation to Dine at Fishmongers Hall by Sydney Smith (1771 – 1845) Much do I love, at civic treat, The monsters of the deep to eat; To see the rosy salmon lying, By smelts encircled, born for frying; And from the china boat to pour, On flaky cod, the flavour'd shower. Thee, above all, I much regard, Flatter than Longman's flattest bard, Much honour'd turbot! sore I grieve Thee and thy dainty friends to leave. Far from ye all, in snuggest corner, I go to dine with little Horner: He who, with philosophic eye, Sat brooding o'er his Christmas pie: Then, firm resolv'd, with either thumb, Tore forth the crust-envelop'd plum, And, mad with youthful dreams of future fame, Proclaim'd the deathless glories of his name. First aired: 23 December 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To learn a little more about the poems and poets on Classic Poetry Aloud, join the mailing list. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 S Smith read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-12-21T09_58_06-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-21T09_58_06-08_00 Mon, 21 Dec 2009 17:58:06 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-21T09_58_06-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,dollie,radford,christmas,tree,december 67 false D Radford read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- December by Dollie Radford (1858 – 1920) No gardener need go far to find The Christmas rose, The fairest of the flowers that mark The sweet Year's close: Nor be in quest of places where The hollies grow, Nor seek for sacred trees that hold The mistletoe. All kindly tended gardens love December days, And spread their latest riches out In winter's praise. But every gardener's work this month Must surely be To choose a very beautiful Big Christmas tree, And see it through the open door In triumph ride, To reign a glorious reign within At Christmas-tide. First aired: 22 December 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To learn a little more about the poems and poets on Classic Poetry Aloud, join the mailing list. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 D Radford read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-12-05T22_50_40-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-05T22_50_40-08_00 Sun, 06 Dec 2009 06:50:40 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-05T22_50_40-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,grenadier,housman,literature,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,recital,war 64 false AE Housman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Grenadier by AE Housman(1859 – 1936) The Queen she sent to look for me, The sergeant he did say, `Young man, a soldier will you be For thirteen pence a day?' For thirteen pence a day did I Take off the things I wore, And I have marched to where I lie, And I shall march no more. My mouth is dry, my shirt is wet, My blood runs all away, So now I shall not die in debt For thirteen pence a day. To-morrow after new young men The sergeant he must see, For things will all be over then Between the Queen and me. And I shall have to bate my price, For in the grave, they say, Is neither knowledge nor device Nor thirteen pence a day. First aired: 9 June 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 AE Housman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-12-03T09_27_39-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-03T09_27_39-08_00 Thu, 03 Dec 2009 17:27:39 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-03T09_27_39-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,donne,john,love,unruly,fool 139 false J Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Sunne Rising by John Donne (1572 - 1631) Busie old foole, unruly Sunne, Why dost thou thus, Through windowes, and through curtaines call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run? Sawcy pedantique wretch, goe chide Late schoole boyes, and sowre prentices, Goe tell Court-huntsmen, that the King will ride, Call countrey ants to harvest offices; Love, all alike, no season knowes, nor clyme, Nor houres, dayes, moneths, which are the rags of time. Thy beames, so reverend, and strong Why shouldst thou thinke? I could eclipse and cloud them with a winke, But that I would not lose her sight so long: If her eyes have not blinded thine, Looke, and to morrow late, tell mee, Whether both the'India's of spice and Myne Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with mee. Aske for those Kings whom thou saw'st yesterday, And thou shalt heare, All here in one bed lay. She'is all States, and all Princes, I, Nothing else is. Princes doe but play us; compar'd to this, All honor's mimique; All wealth alchimie. Thou sunne art halfe as happy'as wee, In that the world's contracted thus; Thine age askes ease, and since thy duties bee To warme the world, that's done in warming us. Shine here to us, and thou art every where; This bed thy center is, these walls, thy spheare. First aired: 12 July 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-12-01T08_42_22-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-01T08_42_22-08_00 Tue, 01 Dec 2009 16:42:22 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-12-01T08_42_22-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,scott,love,country,war,patriotic 2538 false W Scott read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Love of Country by Sir Walter Scott (1771 - 1832) Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering on a foreign strand! If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no Minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonor'd, and unsung. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. First aired: 7 June 2008 Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 W Scott read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-11-30T00_17_22-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-30T00_17_22-08_00 Mon, 30 Nov 2009 08:17:22 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-30T00_17_22-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,byron,parting,love,silence,tears 97 false Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- When We Two Parted by Lord Byron (1788 - 1824) When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow— It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me— Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well: Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell. In secret we met— In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? With silence and tears. First aired: 28 July 2007 on Classic Poetry Aloud For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To learn a little more about the poems and poets on Classic Poetry Aloud, join the mailing list. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-11-29T00_14_56-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-29T00_14_56-08_00 Sun, 29 Nov 2009 08:14:56 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-29T00_14_56-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud dark,hopkins,depression,manley,gerard 87 false GM Hopkins read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- I Wake and Feel The Fell Of Dark, Not Day by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844 – 1889) I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day, What hour, O what black hours we have spent This night! What sights you, heart, saw; ways you went! And more must, in yet longer light's delay, – With witness I speak this. But where I say Hours I mean years, mean life. And my lament Is cries countless, cries like dead letters sent To dearest him that lives alas! away. – I am gall, I am heartburn. God's most deep decree Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me; Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the cures. – Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. I see The lost are like this, and their scourge to be As I am mine, their sweating selves; but worse. First aired: 4 June 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To learn a little more about the poems and poets on each poetry reading, join the mailing list. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 GM Hopkins read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-11-26T01_14_50-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-26T01_14_50-08_00 Thu, 26 Nov 2009 09:14:50 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-26T01_14_50-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud lawrence,dh,snake,heat,summer 319 false DH Lawrence read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Snake by DH Lawrence (1885 – 1930) A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink there. In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob tree I came down the steps with my pitcher And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before me. He reached down from a fissure in the earth-wall in the gloom And trailed his yellow-brown slackness soft-bellied down, over the edge of the stone trough And rested his throat upon the stone bottom, And where the water had dripped from the tap, in a small clearness, He sipped with his straight mouth, Softly drank through his straight gums, into his slack long body, Silently. Someone was before me at my water-trough, And I, like a second-comer, waiting. He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do, And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do, And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment, And stooped and drank a little more, Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels of the earth On the day of Sicilian July, with Etna smoking. The voice of my education said to me He must be killed, For in Sicily the black, black snakes are innocent, the gold are venomous. And voices in me said, If you were a man You would take a stick and break him now, and finish him off. But must I confess how I liked him, How glad I was he had come like a guest in quiet, to drink at my water-trough And depart peaceful, pacified, and thankless, Into the burning bowels of this earth? Was it cowardice, that I dared not kill him? Was it perversity, that I longed to talk to him? Was it humility, to feel so honoured? I felt so honoured. And yet those voices: If you were not afraid, you would kill him! And truly I was afraid, I was most afraid, But even so, honoured still more That he should seek my hospitality From out the dark door of the secret earth. He drank enough And lifted his head, dreamily, as one who has drunken, And flickered his tongue like a forked night on the air, so black, Seeming to lick his lips, And looked around like a god, unseeing, into the air, And slowly turned his head, And slowly, very slowly, as if thrice adream, Proceeded to draw his slow length curving round And climb again the broken bank of my wall-face. And as he put his head into that dreadful hole, And as he slowly drew up, snake-easing his shoulders, and entered farther, A sort of horror, a sort of protest against his withdrawing into that horrid black hole, Deliberately going into the blackness, and slowly drawing himself after, Overcame me now his back was turned. I looked round, I put down my pitcher, I picked up a clumsy log And threw it at the water-trough with a clatter. I think it did not hit him, But suddenly that part of him that was left behind convulsed in undignified haste, Writhed like lightning, and was gone Into the black hole, the earth-lipped fissure in the wall-front, At which, in the intense still noon, I stared with fascination. And immediately I regretted it. I thought how paltry, how vulgar, what a mean act! I despised myself and the voices of my accursed human education. And I thought of the albatross, And I wished he would come back, my snake. For he seemed to me again like a king, Like a king in exile, uncrowned in the underworld, Now due to be crowned again. And so, I missed my chance with one of the lords Of life. And I have something to expiate: A pettiness. First aired: 30 May 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 DH Lawrence read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-11-25T03_45_17-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-25T03_45_17-08_00 Wed, 25 Nov 2009 11:45:17 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-25T03_45_17-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,november,seasons,thomas,mud,nature 146 false E Thomas read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- November by Edward Thomas (1878 – 1917) November's days are thirty: November's earth is dirty, Those thirty days, from first to last; And the prettiest things on ground are the paths With morning and evening hobnails dinted, With foot and wing-tip overprinted Or separately charactered, Of little beast and little bird. The fields are mashed by sheep, the roads Make the worst going, the best the woods Where dead leaves upward and downward scatter. Few care for the mixture of earth and water, Twig, leaf, flint, thorn, Straw, feather, all that men scorn, Pounded up and sodden by flood, Condemned as mud. But of all the months when earth is greener Not one has clean skies that are cleaner. Clean and clear and sweet and cold, They shine above the earth so old, While the after-tempest cloud Sails over in silence though winds are loud, Till the full moon in the east Looks at the planet in the west And earth is silent as it is black, Yet not unhappy for its lack. Up from the dirty earth men stare: One imagines a refuge there Above the mud, in the pure bright Of the cloudless heavenly light: Another loves earth and November more dearly Because without them, he sees clearly, The sky would be nothing more to his eye Than he, in any case, is to the sky; He loves even the mud whose dyes Renounce all brightness to the skies. First aired: 25 November 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 E Thomas read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-11-24T02_02_05-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-24T02_02_05-08_00 Tue, 24 Nov 2009 10:02:05 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-24T02_02_05-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,housman,houseman,heart,loss,outback 48 false Poem 40 from A Shropshire Lad (Into My Heart) by AE Housman (1859 – 1936) Into my heart on air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. First aired: 24 November 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 Poem 40 from A Shropshire Lad (Into My Heart) by AE Housman (1859 – 1936) Into my heart on ai... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-11-23T01_37_36-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-23T01_37_36-08_00 Mon, 23 Nov 2009 09:37:36 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-23T01_37_36-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,charlotte,mew,quoi,love,lost 54 false Charlotte Mew read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- A Quoi Bon Dire by Charlotte Mew(1869 – 1928) Seventeen years ago you said Something that sounded like Good-bye; And everybody thinks that you are dead, But I. So I, as I grow stiff and cold To this and that say Good-bye too; And everybody sees that I am old But you. And one fine morning in a sunny lane Some boy and girl will meet and kiss and swear That nobody can love their way again While over there You will have smiled, I shall have tossed your hair. First aired: 28 May 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 Charlotte Mew read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-11-22T01_00_33-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-22T01_00_33-08_00 Sun, 22 Nov 2009 09:00:33 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-22T01_00_33-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,pied,beauty,gerard,hopkins,god 4193 false GM Hopkins read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844 – 1889) Glory be to God for dappled things— For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. First aired: 21 November 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 GM Hopkins read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-11-21T01_00_42-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-21T01_00_42-08_00 Sat, 21 Nov 2009 09:00:42 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-21T01_00_42-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,hardy,winter,thrush,hope,despair 127 false T Hardy read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy (1840 – 1928) I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires. The land's sharp features seemed to be The Century's corpse outleant, His crypt the cloudy canopy, The wind his death-lament. The ancient pulse of germ and birth Was shrunken hard and dry, And every spirit upon earth Seemed fervourless as I. At once a voice arose among The bleak twigs overhead In a full-hearted evensong Of joy illimited; An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom. So little cause for carolings Of such ecstatic sound Was written on terrestrial things Afar or nigh around, That I could think there trembled through His happy good-night air Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew And I was unaware. First aired: 17 November 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 T Hardy read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-11-20T03_01_32-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-20T03_01_32-08_00 Fri, 20 Nov 2009 11:01:32 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-20T03_01_32-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,stanzas,augusta,byron,love,hope 166 false Lord Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Stanzas to Augusta by Lord Byron (1788 – 1824) When all around grew drear and dark, And reason half withheld her ray— And hope but shed a dying spark Which more misled my lonely way; In that deep midnight of the mind, And that internal strife of heart, When dreading to be deemed too kind, The weak despair—the cold depart; When fortune changed—and love fled far, And hatred's shafts flew thick and fast, Thou wert the solitary star Which rose, and set not to the last. Oh, blest be thine unbroken light! That watched me as a seraph's eye, And stood between me and the night, For ever shining sweetly nigh. And when the cloud upon us came, Which strove to blacken o'er thy ray— Then purer spread its gentle flame, And dashed the darkness all away. Still may thy spirit dwell on mine, And teach it what to brave or brook— There's more in one soft word of thine Than in the world's defied rebuke. Thou stood'st as stands a lovely tree That, still unbroke though gently bent, Still waves with fond fidelity Its boughs above a monument. The winds might rend, the skies might pour, But there thou wert—and still wouldst be Devoted in the stormiest hour To shed thy weeping leaves o'er me. But thou and thine shall know no blight, Whatever fate on me may fall; For heaven in sunshine will requite The kind—and thee the most of all. Then let the ties of baffled love Be broken—thine will never break; Thy heart can feel—but will not move; Thy soul, though soft, will never shake. And these, when all was lost beside, Were found, and still are fixed in thee;— And bearing still a breast so tried, Earth is no desert—e'en to me. First aired: 20 November 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 Lord Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-11-18T23_00_31-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-18T23_00_31-08_00 Thu, 19 Nov 2009 07:00:31 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-18T23_00_31-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,lullaby,blake,edward,fourth,war 130 false W Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Lullaby A prologue to King Edward the Fourth by William Blake (1757 – 1827) O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue To drown the throat of war! - When the senses Are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness, Who can stand? When the souls of the oppressed Fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand? When the whirlwind of fury comes from the Throne of God, when the frowns of his countenance Drive the nations together, who can stand? When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle, And sails rejoicing in the flood of Death; When souls are torn to everlasting fire, And fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain, O who can stand? O who hath caused this? O who can answer at the throne of God? The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it! Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it! First aired: 19 November 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 W Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-11-18T03_00_32-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-18T03_00_32-08_00 Wed, 18 Nov 2009 11:00:32 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-18T03_00_32-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,one,way,love,robert,browning 74 false R Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- One Way of Love by Robert Browning (1812 – 1889) All June I bound the rose in sheaves. Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves And strow them where Pauline may pass. She will not turn aside? Alas! Let them lie. Suppose they die? The chance was they might take her eye. How many a month I strove to suit These stubborn fingers to the lute! To-day I venture all I know. She will not hear my music? So! Break the string; fold music’s wing: Suppose Pauline had bade me sing! My whole life long I learn’d to love. This hour my utmost art I prove And speak my passion - heaven or hell? She will not give me heaven? ’T is well! Lose who may - I still can say, Those who win heaven, bless’d are they! First aired: 2 June 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 R Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-11-17T08_08_26-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-17T08_08_26-08_00 Tue, 17 Nov 2009 16:08:26 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-17T08_08_26-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,pale,wan,john,suckling,love 48 false J Suckling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Why so Pale and Wan? by Sir John Suckling (1609 – 1642) Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do 't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit for shame! This will not move; This cannot take her. If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her! First aired: 22 May 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 J Suckling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-11-07T08_58_19-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-07T08_58_19-08_00 Sat, 07 Nov 2009 16:58:19 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-07T08_58_19-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,wilfred,owen,war,disabled,first 217 false W Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Disabled by Wilfred Owen (1893 – 1918) He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey, Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn, Voices of play and pleasure after day, Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him. About this time Town used to swing so gay When glow-lamps budded in the light-blue trees And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim, — In the old times, before he threw away his knees. Now he will never feel again how slim Girls' waists are, or how warm their subtle hands, All of them touch him like some queer disease. There was an artist silly for his face, For it was younger than his youth, last year. Now he is old; his back will never brace; He's lost his colour very far from here, Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry, And half his lifetime lapsed in the hot race, And leap of purple spurted from his thigh. One time he liked a bloodsmear down his leg, After the matches carried shoulder-high. It was after football, when he'd drunk a peg, He thought he'd better join. He wonders why . . . Someone had said he'd look a god in kilts. That's why; and maybe, too, to please his Meg, Aye, that was it, to please the giddy jilts, He asked to join. He didn't have to beg; Smiling they wrote his lie; aged nineteen years. Germans he scarcely thought of; and no fears Of Fear came yet. He thought of jewelled hilts For daggers in plaid socks; of smart salutes; And care of arms; and leave; and pay arrears; Esprit de corps; and hints for young recruits. And soon, he was drafted out with drums and cheers. Some cheered him home, but not as crowds cheer Goal. Only a solemn man who brought him fruits Thanked him; and then inquired about his soul. Now, he will spend a few sick years in Institutes, And do what things the rules consider wise, And take whatever pity they may dole. To-night he noticed how the women's eyes Passed from him to the strong men that were whole. How cold and late it is! Why don't they come And put him into bed? Why don't they come? First aired: 8 November 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 W Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-11-01T02_54_17-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-01T02_54_17-08_00 Sun, 01 Nov 2009 10:54:17 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-11-01T02_54_17-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,envoy,francis,thompson,regret,songs 58 false F Thompson  read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Envoy by Francis Thompson (1859 – 1907) Go, songs, for ended is our brief, sweet play; Go, children of swift joy and tardy sorrow: And some are sung, and that was yesterday, And some unsung, and that may be to-morrow. Go forth; and if it be o'er stony way, Old joy can lend what newer grief must borrow: And it was sweet, and that was yesterday, And sweet is sweet, though purchas-ed with sorrow. Go, songs, and come not back from your far way: And if men ask you why ye smile and sorrow, Tell them ye grieve, for your hearts know To-day, Tell them ye smile, for your eyes know To-morrow.   First aired: 5 May 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 F Thompson  read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-09-26T04_18_47-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-09-26T04_18_47-07_00 Sat, 26 Sep 2009 11:18:47 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-09-26T04_18_47-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,matthew,arnold,immortality,depressed,resilient 67 false Arnold read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Immortality by Matthew Arnold (1822 – 1888) (Mathew Arnold died on this day – 15 April – in 1888.) Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn, We leave the brutal world to take its way, And, Patience! in another life, we say The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne. And will not, then, the immortal armies scorn The world's poor, routed leavings? or will they, Who fail'd under the heat of this life's day, Support the fervours of the heavenly morn? No, no! the energy of life may be Kept on after the grave, but not begun; And he who flagg'd not in the earthly strife, From strength to strength advancing - only he, His soul well-knit, and all his battles won, Mounts, and that hardly, to eternal life. Arnold read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-09-13T00_00_29-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-09-13T00_00_29-07_00 Sun, 13 Sep 2009 07:00:29 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-09-13T00_00_29-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,sonnet,2,shakespeare,age,winter 70 false W Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Sonnet 2 When forty winters shall besiege thy brow by William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616) When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now, Will be a tattered weed of small worth held. Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, To say within thine own deep sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer, "This fair child of mine Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse," Proving his beauty by succession thine. This were to be new made when thou art old, And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold. First aired: 13 September 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 W Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-09-11T23_14_05-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-09-11T23_14_05-07_00 Sat, 12 Sep 2009 06:14:05 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-09-11T23_14_05-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,told,ella,wheeler,wilcox,love 115 false Ella Wheeler Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- I Told You by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 – 1919) I told you the winter would go, love, I told you the winter would go. That he'd flee in shame when the south wind came, And you smiled when I told you so. You said the blustering fellow Would never yield to a breeze, That his cold, icy breath had frozen to death The flowers, and birds, and trees. And I told you the snow would melt, love, In the passionate glance o' the sun; And the leaves o' the trees, and the flowers and bees, Would come back again, one by one. That the great, gray clouds would vanish, And the sky turn tender and blue; And the sweet birds would sing, and talk of the spring, And, love, it has all come true. I told you that sorrow would fade, love, And you would forget half your pain; That the sweet bird of song would waken ere long, And sing in your bosom again; That hope would creep out of the shadows, And back to its nest in your heart, And gladness would come, and find its old home, And that sorrow at length would depart. I told you that grief seldom killed, love, Though the heart might seem dead for awhile, But the world is so bright, and so full of warm light That 'twould waken at length, in its smile. Ah, love! was I not a true prophet? There's a sweet happy smile on your face; Your sadness has flown - the snow-drift is gone, And the buttercups bloom in its place. First aired: 27 Dec 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 Ella Wheeler Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving v... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-08-20T00_00_19-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-08-20T00_00_19-07_00 Thu, 20 Aug 2009 07:00:19 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-08-20T00_00_19-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,song,christina,georgina,rossetti 52 false CG Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Song by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 – 1894) When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget. First aired: 27 May 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 CG Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-08-16T00_00_18-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-08-16T00_00_18-07_00 Sun, 16 Aug 2009 07:00:18 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-08-16T00_00_18-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,arrow,song,henry,longfellow,friend 53 false HL Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Arrow and the Song by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. First aired: 23 May 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 HL Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-08-14T00_00_18-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-08-14T00_00_18-07_00 Fri, 14 Aug 2009 07:00:18 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-08-14T00_00_18-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,i,am,lonely,george,eliot 71 false G Eliot read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- I am Lonely by George Eliot (1819 – 1880) From "The Spanish Gypsy" The world is great: the birds all fly from me, The stars are golden fruit upon a tree All out of reach: my little sister went, And I am lonely. The world is great: I tried to mount the hill Above the pines, where the light lies so still, But it rose higher: little Lisa went And I am lonely. The world is great: the wind comes rushing by. I wonder where it comes from; sea birds cry And hurt my heart: my little sister went, And I am lonely. The world is great: the people laugh and talk, And make loud holiday: how fast they walk! I'm lame, they push me: little Lisa went, And I am lonely. First aired: 19 May 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 G Eliot read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-08-12T00_00_20-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-08-12T00_00_20-07_00 Wed, 12 Aug 2009 07:00:20 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-08-12T00_00_20-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,recessional,rudyard,kipling,god 114 false R Kipling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Recessional by Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) God of our fathers, known of old – Lord of our far-flung battle-line – Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine – Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget! The tumult and the shouting dies – The captains and the kings depart – Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget! Far-call'd our navies melt away – On dune and headland sinks the fire – Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! Judge of the Nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget! If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe – Such boasting as the Gentiles use Or lesser breeds without the Law – Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget! For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard – All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not Thee to guard – For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord! First aired: 16 May 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 R Kipling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-08-10T00_00_16-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-08-10T00_00_16-07_00 Mon, 10 Aug 2009 07:00:16 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-08-10T00_00_16-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,delight,disorder,robert,herrick,clothes 51 false R Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Delight in Disorder by Robert Herrick (1591–1674) A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness:– A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distractión,– An erring lace, which here and there Enthrals the crimson stomacher,– A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribbands to flow confusedly,– A winning wave, deserving note, In the tempestuous petticoat,– A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility,– Do more bewitch me, than when art Is too precise in every part. First aired: 15 May 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 R Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-08-07T00_00_29-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-08-07T00_00_29-07_00 Fri, 07 Aug 2009 07:00:29 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-08-07T00_00_29-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,tears,idle,alfred,tennyson,loss 97 false A Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Tears Idle Tears by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892) Songs from “The Princess.” IV. Tears, Idle Tears Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken’d birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remember’d kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign’d On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more. First aired: 13 May 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 A Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-08-05T14_33_36-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-08-05T14_33_36-07_00 Wed, 05 Aug 2009 21:33:36 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-08-05T14_33_36-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,grass,emily,dickinson,nature,garden 62 false E Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Grass so little has to do by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886) The Grass so little has to do – A Sphere of simple Green – With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain – And stir all day to pretty Tunes The Breezes fetch along – And hold the Sunshine in its lap And bow to everything – And thread the Dews, all night, like Pearls – And make itself so fine A Duchess were too common For such a noticing – And even when it dies – to pass In Odors so divine – Like Lowly spices, lain to sleep – Or Spikenards, perishing – And then, in Sovereign Barns to dwell – And dream the Days away, The Grass so little has to do I wish I were a Hay – First aired: 7 May 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 E Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-08-04T06_36_19-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-08-04T06_36_19-07_00 Tue, 04 Aug 2009 13:36:19 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-08-04T06_36_19-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,dalliance,eagles,walt,whitman,nature 63 false W Whitman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Dalliance Of The Eagles by Walt Whitman (1819 – 1992) Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in the air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles, The rushing amorous contact high in space together, The clinching interlocking claws, a living, fierce, gyrating wheel, Four beating wings, two beaks, a swirling mass tight grappling, In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight downward falling, Till o'er the river pois'd, the twain yet one, a moment's lull, A motionless still balance in the air, then parting, talons loosing, Upward again on slow-firm pinions slanting, their separate diverse flight, She hers, he his, pursuing. First aired: 3 May 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 W Whitman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-08-01T23_54_03-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-08-01T23_54_03-07_00 Sun, 02 Aug 2009 06:54:03 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-08-01T23_54_03-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,william,wordsworth,world,much,stress 62 false W Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The World is too Much With by William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850) The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. First aired: 4 May 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 W Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-07-31T23_54_24-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-07-31T23_54_24-07_00 Sat, 01 Aug 2009 06:54:24 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-07-31T23_54_24-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,matins,george,herbert,god,sun 88 false G Herbert read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Mattins by George Herbert (1593 – 1633) I cannot ope mine eyes, But thou art ready there to catch My morning-soul and sacrifice: Then we must needs for that day make a match. My God, what is a heart? Silver, or gold, or precious stone, Or star, or rainbow, or a part Of all these things or all of them in one? My God, what is a heart? That thou should'st it so eye, and woo, Pouring upon it all thy art, As if that thou hadst nothing else to do? Indeed man's whole estate Amounts (and richly) to serve thee: He did not heav'n and earth create, Yet studies them, not him by whom they be. Teach me thy love to know; That this new light, which now I see, May both the work and workman show: Then by a sun-beam I will climb to thee. First aired: 1 August 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 G Herbert read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-07-31T05_56_59-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-07-31T05_56_59-07_00 Fri, 31 Jul 2009 12:56:59 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-07-31T05_56_59-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,life,charlotte,bronte,death,hope 85 false C Bronte read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Life by Charlotte Bronte (1816 – 1855) Life, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day. Sometimes there are clouds of gloom, But these are transient all; If the shower will make the roses bloom, O why lament its fall? Rapidly, merrily, Life's sunny hours flit by, Gratefully, cheerily, Enjoy them as they fly! What though Death at times steps in And calls our Best away? What though sorrow seems to win, O'er hope, a heavy sway ? Yet hope again elastic springs, Unconquered, though she fell; Still buoyant are her golden wings, Still strong to bear us well. Manfully, fearlessly, The day of trial bear, For gloriously, victoriously, Can courage quell despair! First aired: 31 July 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 C Bronte read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-07-29T06_01_18-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-07-29T06_01_18-07_00 Wed, 29 Jul 2009 13:01:18 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-07-29T06_01_18-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,ae,housman,houseman,soul,still 121 false AE Housman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Be Still, My Soul, Be Still by AE Housman (1859 – 1936) Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong. Think rather, - call to thought, if now you grieve a little, The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long. Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarry I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn; Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry: Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born. Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason, I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun. Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season: Let us endure an hour and see injustice done. Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation; All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain: Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation- Oh why did I awake? when shall I sleep again? First aired: 29 July 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 AE Housman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-07-10T10_20_33-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-07-10T10_20_33-07_00 Fri, 10 Jul 2009 17:20:33 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-07-10T10_20_33-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,call,charlotte,mew,fire,snow 80 false C Mew read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Call by Charlotte Mew (1869 – 1928) From our low seat beside the fire Where we have dozed and dreamed and watched the glow Or raked the ashes, stopping so We scarcely saw the sun or rain Above, or looked much higher Than this same quiet red or burned-out fire. To-night we heard a call, A rattle on the window-pane, A voice on the sharp air, And felt a breath stirring our hair, A flame within us: Something swift and tall Swept in and out and that was all. Was it a bright or a dark angel? Who can know? It left no mark upon the snow, But suddenly it snapped the chain Unbarred, flung wide the door Which will not shut again; And so we cannot sit here any more. We must arise and go: The world is cold without And dark and hedged about With mystery and enmity and doubt, But we must go Though yet we do not know Who called, or what marks we shall leave upon the snow. First aired: 3 May 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To learn a little more about the poems and poets on Classic Poetry Aloud, join the mailing list. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 C Mew read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-06-29T00_32_06-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-29T00_32_06-07_00 Mon, 29 Jun 2009 07:32:06 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-29T00_32_06-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,piano,dh,lawrence,music,childhood 74 false DH Lawrence read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Piano by DH Lawrence (1885 – 1930) Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings. In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide. So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past. First aired: 1 May 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 DH Lawrence read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-06-28T03_18_32-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-28T03_18_32-07_00 Sun, 28 Jun 2009 10:18:32 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-28T03_18_32-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,loveliest,tree,housman,cherry,nature 45 false AE Housman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Loveliest of Trees by AE Housman (1859 – 1936) Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride, Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at things in bloom Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will go To see the cherry hung with snow. First aired: 30 April 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 AE Housman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-06-27T01_24_28-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-27T01_24_28-07_00 Sat, 27 Jun 2009 08:24:28 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-27T01_24_28-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,nature,rhodora,ralph,waldo,emerson 76 false RW Emerson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Rhodora by Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882) On Being Asked Whence Is the Flower In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array. Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask, I never knew: But, in my simple ignorance, suppose The self-same Power that brought me there brought you. First aired: 28 April 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 RW Emerson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-06-19T23_30_22-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-19T23_30_22-07_00 Sat, 20 Jun 2009 06:30:22 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-19T23_30_22-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,poem,poetry,podcast,reading,opportunity,james,elroy,flecker,machiavelli 98 false JE Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Opportunity by James Elroy Flecker (1884 – 1915) From Machiavelli "But who art thou, with curious beauty graced, O woman, stamped with some bright heavenly seal Why go thy feet on wings, and in such haste?" "I am that maid whose secret few may steal, Called Opportunity. I hasten by Because my feet are treading on a wheel, Being more swift to run than birds to fly. And rightly on my feet my wings I wear, To blind the sight of those who track and spy; Rightly in front I hold my scattered hair To veil my face, and down my breast to fall, Lest men should know my name when I am there; And leave behind my back no wisp at all For eager folk to clutch, what time I glide So near, and turn, and pass beyond recall." "Tell me; who is that Figure at thy side?" "Penitence. Mark this well that by decree Who lets me go must keep her for his bride. And thou hast spent much time in talk with me Busied with thoughts and fancies vainly grand, Nor hast remarked, O fool, neither dost see How lightly I have fled beneath thy hand." First aired: 25 July 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 JE Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-06-19T04_40_51-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-19T04_40_51-07_00 Fri, 19 Jun 2009 11:40:51 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-19T04_40_51-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,way,woods,rudyard,kipling,ghosts 83 false R Kipling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Way Through the Woods by Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods Before they planted the trees. It is underneath the coppice and heath, And the thin anemones. Only the keeper sees That, where the ring-dove broods, And the badgers roll at ease, There was once a road through the woods. Yet, if you enter the woods Of a summer evening late, When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools Where the otter whistles his mate. (They fear not men in the woods, Because they see so few) You will hear the beat of a horse's feet, And the swish of a skirt in the dew, Steadily cantering through The misty solitudes, As though they perfectly knew The old lost road through the woods. . . . But there is no road through the woods. First aired: 16 July 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 R Kipling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-06-18T00_20_13-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-18T00_20_13-07_00 Thu, 18 Jun 2009 07:20:13 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-18T00_20_13-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,shakespeare,sonnet,116,love,impediments 55 false W Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616) Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. First aired: 19 April 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 W Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-06-16T22_38_19-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-16T22_38_19-07_00 Wed, 17 Jun 2009 05:38:19 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-16T22_38_19-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,claire,paysage,choisi 143 false P Verlaine read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Claire de Lune by Paul Verlaine (1844 – 1896) Votre âme est un paysage choisi Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques Jouant du luth et dansant et quasi Tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques. Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur L'amour vainqueur et la vie opportune Ils n'ont pas l'air de croire à leur bonheur Et leur chanson se mêle au clair de lune, Au calme clair de lune triste et beau, Qui fait rêver les oiseaux dans les arbres Et sangloter d'extase les jets d'eau, Les grands jets d'eau sveltes parmi les marbres. Claire de Lune by Paul Verlaine (1844 – 1896) Your soul is a chosen landscape Where charming masked and costumed figures go Playing the lute and dancing and almost Sad beneath their fantastic disguises. All sing in a minor key Of all-conquering love and careless fortune They do not seem to believe in their happiness And their song mingles with the moonlight. The still moonlight, sad and beautiful, Which gives the birds to dream in the trees And makes the fountain sprays sob in ecstasy, The tall, slender fountain sprays among the marble statues. First aired: 14 April 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 P Verlaine read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-06-15T14_34_03-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-15T14_34_03-07_00 Mon, 15 Jun 2009 21:34:03 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-15T14_34_03-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,flecker,elroy,gravis,love,death 65 false JE Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Gravis Dulcis Immutabilis by James Elroy Flecker (1884 – 1915) Come, let me kiss your wistful face Where Sorrow curves her bow of pain, And live sweet days and bitter days With you, or wanting you again. I dread your perishable gold: Come near me now; the years are few. Alas, when you and I are old I shall not want to look at you: And yet come in. I shall not dare To gaze upon your countenance, But I shall huddle in my chair, Turn to the fire my fireless glance, And listen, while that slow and grave Immutable sweet voice of yours Rises and falls, as falls a wave In summer on forgotten shores. First aired: 9 April 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 JE Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-06-14T14_07_59-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-14T14_07_59-07_00 Sun, 14 Jun 2009 21:07:59 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-14T14_07_59-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,poem,poetry,podcast,reading,george,herbert,love,god,religion 77 false G Herbert read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Love by George Herbert (1593 – 1632) Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning If I lack'd anything. 'A guest,' I answer'd, 'worthy to be here:' Love said, 'You shall be he.' 'I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear, I cannot look on Thee.' Love took my hand and smiling did reply, 'Who made the eyes but I?' 'Truth, Lord; but I have marr'd them: let my shame Go where it doth deserve.' 'And know you not,' says Love, 'Who bore the blame?' 'My dear, then I will serve.' 'You must sit down,' says Love, 'and taste my meat.' So I did sit and eat. First aired: 9 April 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 G Herbert read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-06-13T05_52_56-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-13T05_52_56-07_00 Sat, 13 Jun 2009 12:52:56 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-13T05_52_56-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,poem,poetry,podcast,reading,wordsworth,beach,love 67 false W Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Evening on Calais Beach by William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850) It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder—everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouch'd by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year; And worshipp'st at the Temple's inner shrine, God being with thee when we know it not. First aired: 7 April 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 W Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-06-06T23_41_41-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-06T23_41_41-07_00 Sun, 07 Jun 2009 06:41:41 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-06T23_41_41-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,nightingale,robert,bridges,nature 77 false R Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Nightingales by Robert Bridges (1844 – 1930) Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come, And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams, wherefrom Ye learn your song: Where are those starry woods? O might I wander there, Among the flowers, which in that heavenly air Bloom the year long! Nay, barren are those mountains and spent the streams: Our song is the voice of desire, that haunts our dreams, A throe of the heart, Whose pining visions dim, forbidden hopes profound, No dying cadence nor long sigh can sound, For all our art. Alone, aloud in the raptured ear of men We pour our dark nocturnal secret; and then, As night is withdrawn From these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May, Dream, while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn. First aired: 4 April 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 R Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-06-06T02_14_07-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-06T02_14_07-07_00 Sat, 06 Jun 2009 09:14:07 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-06-06T02_14_07-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,podcast,reading,spoken,pilgrimage,walter,raleigh,faith,religious 61 false W Raleigh read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Pilgrimage by Sir Walter Raleigh (1552 – 1618) Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage. Blood must be my body's balmer; No other balm will there be given: Whilst my soul, like quiet palmer, Travelleth towards the land of heaven; Over the silver mountains, Where spring the nectar fountains; There will I kiss The bowl of bliss; And drink mine everlasting fill Upon every milken hill. My soul will be a-dry before; But, after, it will thirst no more. First aired: 7 April 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 W Raleigh read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-05-28T16_09_21-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-05-28T16_09_21-07_00 Thu, 28 May 2009 23:09:21 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-05-28T16_09_21-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,herrick,daffodils,nature,spring 56 false R Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- To Daffodils by Robert Herrick (1591 – 1674) Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again. First aired: 31 March 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 R Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-05-26T23_31_05-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-05-26T23_31_05-07_00 Wed, 27 May 2009 06:31:05 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-05-26T23_31_05-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,poem,poetry,podcast,reading,shaughnessy,arthur,music,makers 82 false A O'Shaughnessy read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Ode ‘We Are the Music Makers’ by Arthur O'Shaughnessy (1844 – 1881) We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems. With wonderful deathless ditties We build up the world's great cities, And out of a fabulous story We fashion an empire's glory: One man with a dream, at pleasure, Shall go forth and conquer a crown; And three with a new song's measure Can trample an empire down. We, in the ages lying In the buried past of the earth, Built Nineveh with our sighing, And Babel itself with our mirth; And o'erthrew them with prophesying To the old of the new world's worth; For each age is a dream that is dying, Or one that is coming to birth. First aired: 28 March 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 A O'Shaughnessy read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-05-25T12_27_58-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-05-25T12_27_58-07_00 Mon, 25 May 2009 19:27:58 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-05-25T12_27_58-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,literature,poetry,poems,podcast,poem,reading,spoken,alfred,tennyson,lord,oak 41 false A Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Oak by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892) Live thy Life, Young and old, Like yon oak, Bright in spring, Living gold; Summer-rich Then; and then Autumn-changed Soberer-hued Gold again. All his leaves Fall'n at length, Look, he stands, Trunk and bough Naked strength. First aired: 26 March 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 A Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-05-22T14_52_58-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-05-22T14_52_58-07_00 Fri, 22 May 2009 21:52:58 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-05-22T14_52_58-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,broken,friendship,samuel,taylor,coleridge 57 false ST Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Broken Friendship by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 – 1834) Alas! they had been friends in youth, But whispering tongues can poison truth! And constancy lives in realms above! And life is thorny, and Youth is vain! And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain! They parted -- ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining! They stood aloof, the scars remaining; Like cliffs which had been rent asunder! A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once had been. First aired: 25 March 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 ST Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-05-16T23_22_00-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-05-16T23_22_00-07_00 Sun, 17 May 2009 06:22:00 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-05-16T23_22_00-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poem,poetry,podcast,reading,james,flecker,elroy,old,ships 123 false R Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Old Ships by James Elroy Flecker (1884 - 1915) I have seen old ships like swans asleep Beyond the village which men call Tyre, With leaden age o'ercargoed, dipping deep For Famagusta and the hidden sun That rings black Cyprus with a lake of fire; And all those ships were certainly so old Who knows how oft with squat and noisy gun, Questing brown slaves or Syrian oranges, The pirate Genoese Hell-raked them till they rolled Blood, water, fruit and corpses up the hold. But now through friendly seas they softly run, Painted the mid-sea blue or shore-sea green, Still patterned with the vine and grapes in gold. But I have seen, Pointing her shapely shadows from the dawn And image tumbed on a rose-swept bay, A drowsy ship of some yet older day; And, wonder's breath indrawn, Thought I - who knows - who knows - but in that same (Fished up beyond Ææa, patched up new - Stern painted brighter blue -) That talkative, bald-headed seaman came (Twelve patient comrades sweating at the oar) From Troy's doom-crimson shore, And with great lies about his wooden horse Set the crew laughing, and forgot his course. It was so old a ship - who knows, who knows? - And yet so beautiful, I watched in vain To see the mast burst open with a rose, And the whole deck put on its leaves again. First aired: 21 March 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 R Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-05-15T23_27_31-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-05-15T23_27_31-07_00 Sat, 16 May 2009 06:27:31 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-05-15T23_27_31-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,music,becalm,fever,robert,herrick 87 false R Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- To Music to Becalm his Fever by Robert Herrick (1591 – 1674) Charm me asleep, and melt me so With thy delicious numbers, That, being ravish'd, hence I go Away in easy slumbers. Ease my sick head, And make my bed, Thou power that canst sever From me this ill, And quickly still, Though thou not kill My fever. Thou sweetly canst convert the same From a consuming fire Into a gentle licking flame, And make it thus expire. Then make me weep My pains asleep; And give me such reposes That I, poor I, May think thereby I live and die 'Mongst roses. Fall on me like the silent dew, Or like those maiden showers Which, by the peep of day, do strew A baptim o'er the flowers. Melt, melt my pains With thy soft strains; That, having ease me given, With full delight I leave this light, And take my flight For Heaven. First aired: 18 March 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 R Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-05-12T03_15_19-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-05-12T03_15_19-07_00 Tue, 12 May 2009 10:15:19 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-05-12T03_15_19-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,love,better,ae,housman 61 false AE Housman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Because I liked you better by AE Housman (1859 – 1936) Because I liked you better Than suits a man to say, It irked you, and I promised To throw the thought away. To put the world between us We parted, stiff and dry; "Good-bye," said you, "forget me." "I will, no fear," said I. If here, where clover whitens The dead man's knoll, you pass, And no tall flower to meet you Starts in the trefoiled grass, Halt by the headstone naming The heart no longer stirred, And say the lad that loved you Was one that kept his word. First aired: 17 March 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 AE Housman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-04-29T03_02_12-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-29T03_02_12-07_00 Wed, 29 Apr 2009 10:02:12 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-29T03_02_12-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,sonnet,75,edmund,spenser 68 false E Spenser read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Sonnet 75 by Edmund Spenser (1552 – 1599) One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize! For I myself shall like to this decay, And eek my name be wiped out likewise. Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise To die in dust, but you shall live by fame: My verse your virtues rare shall eternize, And in the heavens write your glorious name; Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue, Our love shall live, and later life renew. First aired: 11 March 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 E Spenser read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-04-28T02_09_43-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-28T02_09_43-07_00 Tue, 28 Apr 2009 09:09:43 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-28T02_09_43-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,lovers,appeal,thomas,wyatt 77 false T Wyatt read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Lover’s Appeal by Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503 – 1542) And wilt thou leave me thus! Say nay! say nay! for shame! To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame. And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! say nay! And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath loved thee so long In wealth and woe among: And is thy heart so strong As for to leave me thus? Say nay! say nay! And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath given thee my heart Never for to depart Neither for pain nor smart: And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! say nay! And wilt thou leave me thus, And have no more pity Of him that loveth thee? Alas! thy cruelty! And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! say nay! First aired: 5 March 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 T Wyatt read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-04-27T03_32_08-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-27T03_32_08-07_00 Mon, 27 Apr 2009 10:32:08 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-27T03_32_08-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,sleep,sir,philip,sidney 73 false P Sidney read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Sleep by Sir Philip Sidney (1554 – 1586) Come, Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, Th' indifferent judge between the high and low; With shield of proof shield me from out the prease Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw: O make in me those civil wars to cease; I will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind of light, A rosy garland and a weary head; And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see. First aired: 28 March 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 P Sidney read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-04-25T23_12_02-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-25T23_12_02-07_00 Sun, 26 Apr 2009 06:12:02 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-25T23_12_02-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,dilettante,paul,dunbar 71 false PL Dunbar read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Dilettante: A Modern Type by Paul Lawrence Dunbar (1872 – 1906) He scribbles some in prose and verse, And now and then he prints it; He paints a little,--gathers some Of Nature's gold and mints it. He plays a little, sings a song, Acts tragic roles or funny; He does, because his love is strong, But not, oh, not for money! He studies almost everything From social art to science; A thirsty mind, a flowing spring, Demand and swift compliance. He looms above the sordid crowd, At least through friendly lenses; While his mama looks pleased and proud, And kindly pays expenses. First aired: 26 April 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 PL Dunbar read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-04-25T01_21_33-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-25T01_21_33-07_00 Sat, 25 Apr 2009 08:21:33 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-25T01_21_33-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,valley,unrest,edgar,poe 114 false EA Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Valley of Unrest by Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to the mild-eyed stars, Nightly, from their azure towers, To keep watch above the flowers, In the midst of which all day The red sun-light lazily lay. Now each visiter shall confess The sad valley's restlessness. Nothing there is motionless — Nothing save the airs that brood Over the magic solitude. Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees That palpitate like the chill seas Around the misty Hebrides! Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven That rustle through the unquiet Heaven Uneasily, from morn till even, Over the violets there that lie In myriad types of the human eye — Over the lilies there that wave And weep above a nameless grave! They wave: — from out their fragrant tops Eternal dews come down in drops. They weep: — from off their delicate stems Perennial tears descend in gems. First aired: 25 April 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 EA Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-04-24T01_49_27-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-24T01_49_27-07_00 Fri, 24 Apr 2009 08:49:27 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-24T01_49_27-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,england,shelley,revolution,1819 90 false PB Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- England in 1819 by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 – 1822) An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,– Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn, mud from a muddy spring,– Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know, But leech-like to their fainting country cling, Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow,– A people starved and stabbed in the untilled field,– An army which liberticide and prey Makes as a two-edged sword to all who wield,– Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay; Religion Christless, Godless, a book sealed,– A Senate–Time's worst statute unrepealed,– Are graves from which a glorious Phantom may Burst to illumine our tempestuous day. First aired: 24 April 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 PB Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-04-23T07_49_24-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-23T07_49_24-07_00 Thu, 23 Apr 2009 14:49:24 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-23T07_49_24-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,nature,and,art,alexander,pope 104 false A Pope read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Nature and Art from An Essay on Criticism: Part 1 by Alexander Pope (1688 – 1744) First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchang'd, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of art. Art from that fund each just supply provides, Works without show, and without pomp presides: In some fair body thus th' informing soul With spirits feeds, with vigour fills the whole, Each motion guides, and ev'ry nerve sustains; Itself unseen, but in th' effects, remains. Some, to whom Heav'n in wit has been profuse, Want as much more, to turn it to its use; For wit and judgment often are at strife, Though meant each other's aid, like man and wife. 'Tis more to guide, than spur the Muse's steed; Restrain his fury, than provoke his speed; The winged courser, like a gen'rous horse, Shows most true mettle when you check his course. Those Rules of old discover'd, not devis'd, Are Nature still, but Nature methodis'd; Nature, like liberty, is but restrain'd By the same laws which first herself ordain'd. First aired: 3 March 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 A Pope read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-04-21T14_16_20-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-21T14_16_20-07_00 Tue, 21 Apr 2009 21:16:20 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-21T14_16_20-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,poem,poetry,podcast,reading,william,blake,jerusalem,england 101 false W Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- ‘Jerusalem’ from ‘Milton’ by William Blake (1757 – 1827) And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England’s mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England’s pleasant pastures seen? And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic Mills? Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire! I will not cease from mental fight, Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand, Till we have built Jerusalem In England’s green and pleasant land. First aired: 18 March 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 W Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-04-20T00_08_40-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-20T00_08_40-07_00 Mon, 20 Apr 2009 07:08:40 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-20T00_08_40-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,browning,england,spring,april 81 false R Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Home Thoughts, from Abroad by Robert Browning (1812 – 1889) O, to be in England Now that April 's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England—now! And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows! Hark, where my blossom'd pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops—at the bent spray's edge— That 's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture! And though the fields look rough with hoary dew, All will be gay when noontide wakes anew The buttercups, the little children's dower —Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower! First aired: 1 April 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 R Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-04-17T13_25_36-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-17T13_25_36-07_00 Fri, 17 Apr 2009 20:25:36 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-17T13_25_36-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,raven,edgar,allan,poe 531 false EA Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'T is some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door; Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating "'T is some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"—here I opened wide the door:— Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore:" Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore; Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore: 'T is the wind and nothing more." Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door, Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door: Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore." But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered, Till I scarcely more than muttered,—"Other friends have flown before; On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before." Then the bird said, "Nevermore." Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master (continued) EA Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-04-16T04_46_47-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-16T04_46_47-07_00 Thu, 16 Apr 2009 11:46:47 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-16T04_46_47-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,ernest,life,vitae 56 false E Dowson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam (The brief sum of life forbids us the hope of enduring long - Horace) by Ernest Dowson (1867 – 1900) They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, Love and desire and hate: I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate. They are not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream. First aired: 1 March 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 E Dowson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-04-14T23_44_09-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-14T23_44_09-07_00 Wed, 15 Apr 2009 06:44:09 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-14T23_44_09-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud 83 R Brooke read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Waikiki by Rupert Brooke (1887 – 1915) Warm perfumes like a breath from vine and tree Drift down the darkness. Plangent, hidden from eyes, Somewhere an eukaleli thrills and cries And stabs with pain the night’s brown savagery. And dark scents whisper; and dim waves creep to me, Gleam like a woman’s hair, stretch out, and rise; And new stars burn into the ancient skies, Over the murmurous soft Hawaian sea. And I recall, lose, grasp, forget again, And still remember, a tale I have heard, or known, An empty tale, of idleness and pain, Of two that loved—or did not love—and one Whose perplexed heart did evil, foolishly, A long while since, and by some other sea. First aired: 3 March 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 R Brooke read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-04-14T01_43_13-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-14T01_43_13-07_00 Tue, 14 Apr 2009 08:43:13 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-14T01_43_13-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud 103 H Vaughan read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Timber by Henry Vaughan (1621 – 1695) Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs, Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, Pass'd o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings, Which now are dead, lodg'd in thy living bowers. And still a new succession sings and flies; Fresh groves grow up, and their green branches shoot Towards the old and still enduring skies, While the low violet thrives at their root. But thou beneath the sad and heavy line Of death, doth waste all senseless, cold, and dark; Where not so much as dreams of light may shine, Nor any thoughts of greenness, leaf, or bark. And yet—as if some deep hate and dissent, Bred in thy growth betwixt high winds and thee, Were still alive—thou dost great storms resent Before they come, and know'st how near they be. Else all at rest thou liest, and the fierce breath Of tempests can no more disturb thy ease; But this thy strange resentment after death Means only those who broke—in life—thy peace. First aired: 27 February 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 H Vaughan read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-04-11T10_35_55-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-11T10_35_55-07_00 Sat, 11 Apr 2009 17:35:55 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-11T10_35_55-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,easter,week,charles,kingsley 61 false C Kingsley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Easter Week by Charles Kingsley (1819 – 1875) See the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last from winter snows. Earth with heaven above rejoices; Fields and gardens hail the spring; Shaughs and woodlands ring with voices, While the wild birds build and sing. You, to whom your Maker granted Powers to those sweet birds unknown, Use the craft by God implanted; Use the reason not your own. Here, while heaven and earth rejoices, Each his Easter tribute bring- Work of fingers, chant of voices, Like the birds who build and sing. First aired: 22 March 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 C Kingsley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-04-11T07_23_36-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-11T07_23_36-07_00 Sat, 11 Apr 2009 14:23:36 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-11T07_23_36-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,libertatis,democracy,oscar,wilde 66 false O Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Libertatis Sacra Fames by Oscar Wilde(1854 – 1900) Albeit nurtured in democracy, And liking best that state republican Where every man is Kinglike and no man Is crowned above his fellows, yet I see, Spite of this modern fret for Liberty, Better the rule of One, whom all obey, Than to let clamorous demagogues betray Our freedom with the kiss of anarchy. Wherefore I love them not whose hands profane Plant the red flag upon the piled-up street For no right cause, beneath whose ignorant reign Arts, Culture, Reverence, Honour, all things fade, Save Treason and the dagger of her trade, And Murder with his silent bloody feet. First aired: 26 Feb 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 O Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-04-09T14_24_08-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-09T14_24_08-07_00 Thu, 09 Apr 2009 21:24:08 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-09T14_24_08-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,browning,lost,mistress,love 80 false R Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- The Lost Mistress by Robert Browning (1812 – 1889) All 's over, then: does truth sound bitter As one at first believes? Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter About your cottage eaves! And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly, I noticed that, to-day; One day more bursts them open fully —You know the red turns gray. To-morrow we meet the same then, dearest? May I take your hand in mine? Mere friends are we,—well, friends the merest Keep much that I resign: For each glance of the eye so bright and black, Though I keep with heart's endeavour,— Your voice, when you wish the snowdrops back, Though it stay in my soul for ever!— Yet I will but say what mere friends say, Or only a thought stronger; I will hold your hand but as long as all may, Or so very little longer! First aired: 25 February 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 R Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-04-08T00_27_43-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-08T00_27_43-07_00 Wed, 08 Apr 2009 07:27:43 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-08T00_27_43-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,herrick,anything,love 74 false R Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- To Anthea, who may command him Anything by Robert Herrick (1591 – 1674) Bid me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be; Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart I'll give to thee. Bid that heart stay, and it will stay To honour thy decree: Or bid it languish quite away, And 't shall do so for thee. Bid me to weep, and I will weep While I have eyes to see: And, having none, yet will I keep A heart to weep for thee. Bid me despair, and I'll despair Under that cypress-tree: Or bid me die, and I will dare E'en death to die for thee. Thou art my life, my love my heart, The very eyes of me: And hast command of every part To live and die for thee. First aired: 20 February 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 R Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-04-04T23_37_13-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-04T23_37_13-07_00 Sun, 05 Apr 2009 06:37:13 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-04T23_37_13-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,dante,rossetti,love,light 62 false DG Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Sudden Light by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 – 1882) I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before,— How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow’s soar Your neck turn’d so, Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore. Has this been thus before? And shall not thus time’s eddying flight Still with our lives our love restore In death’s despite, And day and night yield one delight once more? First aired: 14 February 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 DG Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-04-03T11_22_38-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-03T11_22_38-07_00 Fri, 03 Apr 2009 18:22:38 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-04-03T11_22_38-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,edgar,poe,dream,within 89 false EA Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- A Dream within a Dream by Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, ThIs much let me avow – You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream: Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand— How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep While I weep--while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? First aired: 3 April 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 EA Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-03-30T12_22_44-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-30T12_22_44-07_00 Mon, 30 Mar 2009 19:22:44 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-30T12_22_44-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,robert,bridges,absence 65 false R Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Absence by Robert Bridges (1844–1930) When my love was away, Full three days were not sped, I caught my fancy astray Thinking if she were dead, And I alone, alone: It seem'd in my misery In all the world was none Ever so lone as I. I wept; but it did not shame Nor comfort my heart: away I rode as I might, and came To my love at close of day. The sight of her still'd my fears, My fairest-hearted love: And yet in her eyes were tears: Which when I question'd of, 'O now thou art come,' she cried, ''Tis fled: but I thought to-day I never could here abide, If thou wert longer away.' First aired: 8 February 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 R Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-03-28T02_18_49-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-28T02_18_49-07_00 Sat, 28 Mar 2009 09:18:49 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-28T02_18_49-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,poems,browning,elizabeth,go,love 3412 false EB Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Go From Me, Sonnets from the Portuguese iii by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806 – 1861) Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before, Without the sense of that which I forbore— Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine With pulses that beat double. What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue God for myself, He hears that name of thine, And sees within my eyes the tears of two. First aired: 6 February 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 EB Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-03-21T05_56_01-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-21T05_56_01-07_00 Sat, 21 Mar 2009 12:56:01 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-21T05_56_01-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,literature,poetry,poems,podcast,poem,reading,spoken,george,love 130 false G Darley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- The Loveliness of Love by George Darley (1795–1846) It is not Beauty I demand, A crystal brow, the moon’s despair, Nor the snow’s daughter, a white hand, Nor mermaid’s yellow pride of hair: Tell me not of your starry eyes, Your lips that seem on roses fed, Your breasts, where Cupid tumbling lies Nor sleeps for kissing of his bed:— A bloomy pair of vermeil cheeks Like Hebe’s in her ruddiest hours, A breath that softer music speaks Than summer winds a-wooing flowers, These are but gauds; nay, what are lips: Coral beneath the ocean-stream, Whose brink when your adventurer slips Full oft he perisheth on them. And what are cheeks but ensigns oft That wave hot youth to fields of blood? Did Helen’s breast, though ne’er so soft, Do Greece or Ilium any good? Eyes can with baleful ardour burn; Poison can breathe, than erst perfumed; There’s many a white hand holds an urn With lovers’ hearts to dust consumed. For crystal brows there’s nought within; They are but empty cells for pride; He who the Syren’s hair would win Is mostly strangled in the tide. Give me, instead of Beauty’s bust, A tender heart, a loyal mind Which with temptation I would trust, Yet never link’d with error find,— One in whose gentle bosom I Could pour my secret heart of woes, Like the case-burthen’d honey-fly That hides his murmurs in the rose— My earthly Comforter! whose love So indefeasible might be That, when my spirit wonn’d above Hers could not stay, for sympathy. First aired: 5 February 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 G Darley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetry... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-03-20T01_01_10-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-20T01_01_10-07_00 Fri, 20 Mar 2009 08:01:10 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-20T01_01_10-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,poetry,poem,poems,podcast,reading,spoken,john,thewall,cell 75 false J Thelwall read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- The Cell by John Thelwall (1764 – 1834) Within the Dungeon's noxious gloom The Patriot still, with dauntless breast, The cheerful aspect can assume— And smile—in conscious Virtue blest! The damp foul floor, the ragged wall, And shattered window, grated high; The trembling Ruffian may appal, Whose thoughts no sweet resource supply. But he, unaw'd by guilty fears, (To Freedom and his Country true) Who o'er a race of well-spent years Can cast the retrospective view, Looks inward to his heart, and sees The objects that must ever please. First aired: 31 January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 J Thelwall read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-03-17T01_15_29-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-17T01_15_29-07_00 Tue, 17 Mar 2009 08:15:29 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-17T01_15_29-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,spoken,gabriel,rossetti,choice,life 79 false DG Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- The Choice by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 – 1882) Think thou and act; to-morrow thou shalt die. Outstretch'd in the sun's warmth upon the shore, Thou say'st: "Man's measur'd path is all gone o'er: Up all his years, steeply, with strain and sigh, Man clomb until he touch'd the truth; and I, Even I, am he whom it was destin'd for." How should this be? Art thou then so much more Than they who sow'd, that thou shouldst reap thereby? Nay, come up hither. From this wave-wash'd mound Unto the furthest flood-brim look with me; Then reach on with thy thought till it be drown'd. Miles and miles distant though the last line be, And though thy soul sail leagues and leagues beyond,-- Still, leagues beyond those leagues, there is more sea. First aired: January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 DG Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-03-15T00_18_46-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-15T00_18_46-07_00 Sun, 15 Mar 2009 07:18:46 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-15T00_18_46-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,podcast,recital,william,cowper,poplar,field 114 false W Cowper read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- The Poplar Field by William Cowper (1731 – 1800) The poplars are fell'd! farewell to the shade And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade; The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives. Twelve years have elapsed since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade! The blackbird has fled to another retreat Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene where his melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie as lowly as they, With a turf on my breast and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead. The change both my heart and my fancy employs, I reflect on the frailty of man and his joys; Short-lived as we are, yet our pleasures, we see, Have a still shorter date, and die sooner than we. First aired: 27 January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 W Cowper read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetry... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-03-14T03_15_33-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-14T03_15_33-07_00 Sat, 14 Mar 2009 10:15:33 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-14T03_15_33-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,literature,poetry,poems,podcast,poem,reading,spoken,love,ice,spenser 67 false E Spenser read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Sonnet 30 by Edmund Spenser (1552 – 1599) My love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat? Or how comes it that my exceeding heat Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold, But that I burn much more in boiling sweat, And feel my flames augmented manifold? What more miraculous thing may be told, That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice, And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold, Should kindle fire by wonderful device? Such is the power of love in gentile mind, That it can alter all the course of kind. First aired: 26 January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 E Spenser read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-03-11T03_07_34-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-11T03_07_34-07_00 Wed, 11 Mar 2009 10:07:34 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-11T03_07_34-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,henry,longfellow,wadsworth,tide,falls 73 false HW Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls. The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveller to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls. First aired: 25 January 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 HW Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicp... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-03-09T05_42_29-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-09T05_42_29-07_00 Mon, 09 Mar 2009 12:42:29 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-09T05_42_29-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,ernest,spleen,hate,anger 65 false E Dowson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Spleen by Ernest Dowson (1867 – 1900) I was not sorrowful, I could not weep, And all my memories were put to sleep. I watched the river grow more white and strange, All day till evening I watched it change. All day till evening I watched the rain Beat wearily upon the window pane I was not sorrowful, but only tired Of everything that ever I desired. Her lips, her eyes, all day became to me The shadow of a shadow utterly. All day mine hunger for her heart became Oblivion, until the evening came, And left me sorrowful, inclined to weep, With all my memories that could not sleep. First aired: 24 January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 E Dowson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetry... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-03-08T05_13_27-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-08T05_13_27-07_00 Sun, 08 Mar 2009 12:13:27 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-08T05_13_27-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,love,philosophy,percy,bysshe,shelley 58 false PB Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 – 1822) The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle – Why not I with thine? See the mountains kiss high heaven, And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdain'd its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What are all these kissings worth, If thou kiss not me? First aired: 21 January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 PB Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-03-06T10_44_26-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-06T10_44_26-08_00 Fri, 06 Mar 2009 18:44:26 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-06T10_44_26-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,tennyson,bugle,blow 97 false Lord Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Blow, Bugle, Blow by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892) The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. First aired: 22 January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 Lord Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicp... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-03-05T04_25_39-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-05T04_25_39-08_00 Thu, 05 Mar 2009 12:25:39 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-05T04_25_39-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,poetry,podcast,poem,reading,spoken,platonic,love,abraham,cowley 100 false A Cowley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Platonic Love by Abraham Cowley (1618 – 1667) Indeed I must confess, When souls mix 'tis an happiness, But not complete till bodies too do join, And both our wholes into one whole combine; But half of heaven the souls in glory taste Till by love in heaven at last Their bodies too are placed. In thy immortal part Man, as well as I, thou art. But something 'tis that differs thee and me, And we must one even in that difference be. I thee both as a man and woman prize, For a perfect love implies Love in all capacities. Can that for true love pass When a fair woman courts her glass? Something unlike must in love's likeness be: His wonder is one and variety. For he whose soul nought but a soul can move Does a new Narcissus prove, And his own image love. That souls do beauty know 'Tis to the body's help they owe; If when they know't they straight abuse that trust And shut the body from't, 'tis as unjust As if I brought my dearest friend to see My mistress and at th' instant he Should steal her quite from me. First aired: 18 January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 A Cowley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetry... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-03-04T04_39_23-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-04T04_39_23-08_00 Wed, 04 Mar 2009 12:39:23 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-04T04_39_23-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,william,blake,chapel,garden,love 52 false W Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- The Garden of Love by William Blake (1757 – 1827) I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen; A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turned to the Garden of Love That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tombstones where flowers should be; And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds, And binding with briars my joys and desires. First aired: 21 January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 W Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetrya... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-03-03T00_37_29-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-03T00_37_29-08_00 Tue, 03 Mar 2009 08:37:29 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-03T00_37_29-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poems,podcast,reading,spoken,recite,wilmot,leave,rail,love 77 false J Wilmott read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Give Me Leave to Rail at You by John Wilmot (1647 – 1680) Give me leave to rail at you, - I ask nothing but my due: To call you false, and then to say You shall not keep my heart a day. But alas! against my will I must be your captive still. Ah! be kinder, then, for I Cannot change, and would not die. Kindness has resistless charms; All besides but weakly move; Fiercest anger it disarms, And clips the wings of flying love. Beauty does the heart invade, Kindness only can persuade; It gilds the lover's servile chain, And makes the slave grow pleased again. First aired: January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 J Wilmott read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-03-02T00_26_51-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-02T00_26_51-08_00 Mon, 02 Mar 2009 08:26:51 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-03-02T00_26_51-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poem,poems,poetry,podcast,reading,ozymandius,horace,smith 113 false H Smith read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Ozymandias by Horace Smith (1779 - 1849) In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone, Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws The only shadow that the Desart knows:— "I am great OZYMANDIAS ," saith the stone, "The King of Kings; this mighty City shows "The wonders of my hand."— The City's gone,— Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose The site of this forgotten Babylon. We wonder,—and some Hunter may express Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace, He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess What powerful but unrecorded race Once dwelt in that annihilated place. First aired: 16 January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 H Smith read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetrya... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-02-28T01_58_59-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-28T01_58_59-08_00 Sat, 28 Feb 2009 09:58:59 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-28T01_58_59-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,drink,roving,lord,byron 54 false Lord Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- We'll Go No More A-Roving by Lord Byron (1788 – 1824) So, we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a-roving By the light of the moon. First aired: 27 February 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 Lord Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-02-27T00_32_17-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-27T00_32_17-08_00 Fri, 27 Feb 2009 08:32:17 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-27T00_32_17-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,edward,thomas,rain,depression,death 99 false E Thomas read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Rain by Edward Thomas (1878 – 1917) Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me Remembering again that I shall die And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks For washing me cleaner than I have been Since I was born into this solitude. Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon: But here I pray that none whom once I loved Is dying to-night or lying still awake Solitary, listening to the rain, Either in pain or thus in sympathy Helpless among the living and the dead, Like a cold water among broken reeds, Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff, Like me who have no love which this wild rain Has not dissolved except the love of death, If love it be towards what is perfect and Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint. First aired: 27 February 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 E Thomas read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetry... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-02-25T02_22_58-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-25T02_22_58-08_00 Wed, 25 Feb 2009 10:22:58 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-25T02_22_58-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,day,thomas,campion,fate 99 false T Campion read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- What if a Day by Thomas Campion (1567 – 1620) What if a day, or a month, or a year Crown thy delights with a thousand sweet contentings? Cannot a chance of a night or an hour Cross thy desires with as many sad tormentings? Fortune, honor, beauty, youth Are but blossoms dying; Wanton pleasure, doting love Are but shadows flying. All our joys are but toys, Idle thoughts deceiving; None have power of an hour In their lives’ bereaving. Earth’s but a point to the world, and a man Is but a point to the world’s compare´d centure; Shall then the point of a point be so vain As to triumph in a sely point’s adventure? As is hazard that we have, There is nothing biding; Days of pleasure are like streams Through fair meadows gliding. Weal and woe, time doth go, Time is never turning; Secret fates guide our states, Both in mirth and mourning. First aired: 25 February 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 T Campion read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-02-23T02_20_38-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-23T02_20_38-08_00 Mon, 23 Feb 2009 10:20:38 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-23T02_20_38-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,housman,twenty,podcast,shropshire,lad,ae 72 false AE Housman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- When I was One-and-Twenty by AE Housman (1859 – 1936) When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, ‘Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.’ But I was one-and-twenty, No use to talk to me. When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, ‘The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; ’Tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue.’ And I am two-and-twenty, And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true. First aired: 15 January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 AE Housman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-02-22T02_22_48-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-22T02_22_48-08_00 Sun, 22 Feb 2009 10:22:48 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-22T02_22_48-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,poem,poetry,podcast,reading,george,eliot,evans,count,day,lost 60 false G Eliot (Mary Ann Evans)read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Count That Day Lost by George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans) (1819 – 1880) If you sit down at set of sun And count the acts that you have done, And, counting, find One self-denying deed, one word That eased the heart of him who heard, One glance most kind That fell like sunshine where it went - Then you may count that day well spent. But if, through all the livelong day, You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay - If, through it all You've nothing done that you can trace That brought the sunshine to one face- No act most small That helped some soul and nothing cost - Then count that day as worse than lost. First aired: 12 January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 G Eliot (Mary Ann Evans)read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. ww... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-02-21T06_43_42-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-21T06_43_42-08_00 Sat, 21 Feb 2009 14:43:42 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-21T06_43_42-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,john,keats,eve,st,agnes 180 false J Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- fromThe Eve of St. Agnes by John Keats (1795 – 1821) XXXIII Awakening up, he took her hollow lute,— Tumultuous,—and, in chords that tenderest be, He play’d an ancient ditty, long since mute, In Provence call’d, “La belle dame sans mercy:” Close to her ear touching the melody;— Wherewith disturb’d, she utter’d a soft moan: He ceased—she panted quick—and suddenly Her blue affrayed eyes wide open shone: Upon his knees he sank, pale as smooth-sculptured stone. XXXIV Her eyes were open, but she still beheld, Now wide awake, the vision of her sleep: There was a painful change, that nigh expell’d The blisses of her dream so pure and deep At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look’d so dreamingly. XXXV “Ah, Porphyro!” said she, “but even now “Thy voice was at sweet tremble in mine ear, “Made tuneable with every sweetest vow; “And those sad eyes were spiritual and clear: “How chang’d thou art! how pallid, chill, and drear! “Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, “Those looks immortal, those complainings dear! “Oh leave me not in this eternal woe, “For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go.” XXXVI Beyond a mortal man impassion’d far At these voluptuous accents, he arose, Ethereal, flush’d, and like a throbbing star Seen mid the sapphire heaven’s deep repose; Into her dream he melted, as the rose Blendeth its odour with the violet,— Solution sweet: meantime the frost-wind blows Like Love’s alarum pattering the sharp sleet Against the window-panes; St. Agnes’ moon hath set. First aired: 20 February 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 J Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetrya... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-02-19T23_29_14-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-19T23_29_14-08_00 Fri, 20 Feb 2009 07:29:14 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-19T23_29_14-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,thomas,wyatt,forget,love,mistress 78 false Sir T Wyatt read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Forget not yet by Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503 – 1542) The Lover Beseecheth his Mistress not to Forget his Steadfast Faith and True Intent Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet! Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know, since whan The suit, the service, none tell can; Forget not yet! Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong, the scornful ways, The painful patience in delays, Forget not yet! Forget not! O, forget not this!— How long ago hath been, and is, The mind that never meant amiss— Forget not yet! Forget not then thine own approved, The which so long hath thee so loved, Whose steadfast faith yet never moved: Forget not this! First aired: 9 January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 Sir T Wyatt read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-02-19T00_27_10-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-19T00_27_10-08_00 Thu, 19 Feb 2009 08:27:10 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-19T00_27_10-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,spoken,herrick,braclet,julia 47 false R Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- The Bracelet: To Julia by Robert Herrick (1591 – 1674) Why I tie about thy wrist, Julia, this silken twist; For what other reason is 't But to show thee how, in part, Thou my pretty captive art? But thy bond-slave is my heart: 'Tis but silk that bindeth thee, Knap the thread and thou art free; But 'tis otherwise with me: —I am bound and fast bound, so That from thee I cannot go; If I could, I would not so. First aired: 6 January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 R Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-02-17T23_37_28-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-17T23_37_28-08_00 Wed, 18 Feb 2009 07:37:28 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-17T23_37_28-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,literature,poem,poetry,poems,podcast,reading,james,elroy,flecker,oxford,canal 147 false JE Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Oxford Canal by James Elroy Flecker (1884 – 1915) When you have wearied of the valiant spires of this County Town, Of its wide white streets and glistening museums, and black monastic walls, Of its red motors and lumbering trains, and self-sufficient people, I will take you walking with me to a place you have not seen — Half town and half country—the land of the Canal. It is dearer to me than the antique town: I love it more than the rounded hills: Straightest, sublimest of rivers is the long Canal. I have observed great storms and trembled: I have wept for fear of the dark. But nothing makes me so afraid as the clear water of this idle canal on a summer's noon. Do you see the great telegraph poles down in the water, how every wire is distinct? If a body fell into the canal it would rest entangled in those wires for ever, between earth and air. For the water is as deep as the stars are high. One day I was thinking how if a man fell from that lofty pole He would rush through the water toward me till his image was scattered by his splash, When suddenly a train rushed by: the brazen dome of the engine flashed: the long white carriages roared; The sun veiled himself for a moment, and the signals loomed in fog; A savage woman screamed at me from a barge: little children began to cry; The untidy landscape rose to life: a sawmill started; A cart rattled down to the wharf, and workmen clanged over the iron footbridge; A beautiful old man nodded from the first story window of a square red house, And a pretty girl came out to hang up clothes in a small delightful garden. O strange motion in the suburb of a county town: slow regular movement of the dance of death! Men and not phantoms are these that move in light. Forgotten they live, and forgotten die. First aired: January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 JE Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-02-17T00_56_14-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-17T00_56_14-08_00 Tue, 17 Feb 2009 08:56:14 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-17T00_56_14-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,literature,poetry,poem,reading,john,dryden,love,life 62 false JH Dryden read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Can Life be a Blessing by John Henry Dryden (1631 – 1700) Can life be a blessing, Or worth the possessing, Can life be a blessing if love were away? Ah no! though our love all night keep us waking, And though he torment us with cares all the day, Yet he sweetens, he sweetens our pains in the taking, There's an hour at the last, there's an hour to repay. In ev'ry possessing, The ravishing blessing, In ev'ry possessing the fruit of our pain, Poor lovers forget long ages of anguish, Whate'er they have suffer'd and done to obtain; 'Tis a pleasure, a pleasure to sigh and to languish, When we hope, when we hope to be happy again. First aired: 31 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 JH Dryden read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-02-15T14_03_27-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-15T14_03_27-08_00 Sun, 15 Feb 2009 22:03:27 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-15T14_03_27-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,literature,poetry,poem,reading,percy,shelley,nature,winter,summer 78 false PB Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Summer And Winter by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 – 1822) It was a bright and cheerful afternoon, Towards the end of the sunny month of June, When the north wind congregates in crowds The floating mountains of the silver clouds From the horizon--and the stainless sky Opens beyond them like eternity. All things rejoiced beneath the sun; the weeds, The river, and the cornfields, and the reeds; The willow leaves that glanced in the light breeze, And the firm foliage of the larger trees. It was a winter such as when birds die In the deep forests; and the fishes lie Stiffened in the translucent ice, which makes Even the mud and slime of the warm lakes A wrinkled clod as hard as brick; and when, Among their children, comfortable men Gather about great fires, and yet feel cold: Alas, then, for the homeless beggar old! First aired: 28 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 PB Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-02-13T13_42_30-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-13T13_42_30-08_00 Fri, 13 Feb 2009 21:42:30 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-13T13_42_30-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,literature,poetry,poem,reading,elizabeth,browning,sonnets,portuguese,love 72 false EB Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Sonnets from the Portuguese V by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806 – 1861) When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening wings break into fire At either curving point,—what bitter wrong Can the earth do us, that we should not long Be here contented? Think! In mounting higher, The angels would press on us, and aspire To drop some golden orb of perfect song Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay Rather on earth, Belovèd—where the unfit Contrarious moods of men recoil away And isolate pure spirits, and permit A place to stand and love in for a day, With darkness and the death-hour rounding it. First aired: 6 March 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 EB Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-02-12T13_22_46-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-12T13_22_46-08_00 Thu, 12 Feb 2009 21:22:46 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-12T13_22_46-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poem,poetry,podcast,reading,walt,whitman,unfolded,folds,mystical 118 false W Whitman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Unfolded Out of the Folds by Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) Unfolded out of the folds of the woman, man comes unfolded, and is always to come unfolded; Unfolded only out of the superbest woman of the earth, is to come the superbest man of the earth; Unfolded out of the friendliest woman, is to come the friendliest man; Unfolded only out of the perfect body of a woman, can a man be form’d of perfect body; Unfolded only out of the inimitable poem of the woman, can come the poems of man—(only thence have my poems come; ) Unfolded out of the strong and arrogant woman I love, only thence can appear the strong and arrogant man I love; Unfolded by brawny embraces from the well-muscled woman I love, only thence come the brawny embraces of the man; Unfolded out of the folds of the woman’s brain, come all the folds of the man’s brain, duly obedient; Unfolded out of the justice of the woman, all justice is unfolded; Unfolded out of the sympathy of the woman is all sympathy: A man is a great thing upon the earth, and through eternity — but every jot of the greatness of man is unfolded out of woman, First the man is shaped in the woman, he can then be shaped in himself. First aired: 19 February 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 W Whitman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-02-10T02_36_31-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-10T02_36_31-08_00 Tue, 10 Feb 2009 10:36:31 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-10T02_36_31-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,mckray,spoken 69 false J McCrae read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Unsolved by John McCrae (1872 – 1918) Amid my books I lived the hurrying years, Disdaining kinship with my fellow man; Alike to me were human smiles and tears, I cared not whither Earth's great life-stream ran, Till as I knelt before my mouldered shrine, God made me look into a woman's eyes; And I, who thought all earthly wisdom mine, Knew in a moment that the eternal skies Were measured but in inches, to the quest That lay before me in that mystic gaze. "Surely I have been errant: it is best That I should tread, with men their human ways." God took the teacher, ere the task was learned, And to my lonely books again I turned. First aired: 19 February 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 J McCrae read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetry... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-02-08T01_15_16-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-08T01_15_16-08_00 Sun, 08 Feb 2009 09:15:16 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-08T01_15_16-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,thomas,wyatt,i,am 156 false T Wyatt read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- I am as I am by Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503 – 1542) I am as I am and so will I be But how that I am none knoweth truly, Be it evil be it well, be I bond be I free I am as I am and so will I be. I lead my life indifferently, I mean nothing but honestly, And though folks judge diversely, I am as I am and so will I die. I do not rejoice nor yet complain, Both mirth and sadness I do refrain, And use the mean since folks will fain Yet I am as I am be it pleasure or pain. Divers do judge as they do true, Some of pleasure and some of woe, Yet for all that no thing they know, But I am as I am wheresoever I go. But since judgers do thus decay, Let every man his judgement say: I will it take in sport and play, For I am as I am who so ever say nay. Who judgeth well, well God him send; Who judgeth evil, God them amend; To judge the best therefore intend, For I am as I am and so will I end. Yet some that be that take delight To judge folks thought for envy and spite, But whether they judge me wrong or right, I am as I am and so do I write. Praying you all that this do read, To trust it as you do your creed, And not to think I change my weed, For I am as I am however I speed. But how that is I leave to you; Judge as ye list, false or true; Ye know no more than afore ye knew; Yet I am as I am whatever ensue. And from this mind I will not flee, But to you all that misjudge me, I do protest as ye may see, That I am as I am and so will I be. First aired: 18 February 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 T Wyatt read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetrya... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-02-07T01_08_26-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-07T01_08_26-08_00 Sat, 07 Feb 2009 09:08:26 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-07T01_08_26-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,verse,podcast,reading,keats,ode,nightingale,nature 139 false J Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats. (1795–1821) My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, That thou, light-wingèd Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. O for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delvèd earth, Tasting of Flora and the country-green, Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South! Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stainèd mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim: Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs; Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmèd darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:—do I wake or sleep? First aired: 7 February 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 J Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetrya... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-02-06T02_22_48-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-06T02_22_48-08_00 Fri, 06 Feb 2009 10:22:48 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-06T02_22_48-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,podcast,reading,recital,kiss,lyly,cupid,campaspe 61 false Cards And Kisses by: John Lyly J Lyly read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Cards And Kisses by John Lyly (1553-1606) Cupid and my Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses--Cupid paid: He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lips, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how); With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin: All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes-- She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this for thee? What shall, alas! become of me? First aired: 6 February 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 Cards And Kisses by: John Lyly J Lyly read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-02-04T02_41_36-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-04T02_41_36-08_00 Wed, 04 Feb 2009 10:41:36 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-04T02_41_36-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,podcast,keats,romantic,grasshopper,cricket,nature 74 false J Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- On the Grasshopper and the Cricket by John Keats (1795–1821) The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That is the Grasshopper’s—he takes the lead In summer luxury,—he has never done With his delights; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The poetry of earth is ceasing never: On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The Cricket’s song, in warmth increasing ever, And seems to one in drowsiness half lost, The Grasshopper’s among some grassy hills. December 30, 1816. First aired: 4 February 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 J Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetrya... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-02-03T00_09_43-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-03T00_09_43-08_00 Tue, 03 Feb 2009 08:09:43 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-03T00_09_43-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poem,poetry,podcast,reading,ballard,gaol,wilde 181 false O Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- fromThe Ballard of Reading Gaol by Oscar Wilde (1854 – 1900) He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands When they found him with the dead, The poor dead woman whom he loved, And murdered in her bed. He walked amongst the Trial Men In a suit of shabby grey; A cricket cap was on his head, And his step seemed light and gay; But I never saw a man who looked So wistfully at the day. I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky, And at every drifting cloud that went With sails of silver by. I walked, with other souls in pain, Within another ring, And was wondering if the man had done A great or little thing, When a voice behind me whispered low, "That fellow’s got to swing." Dear Christ! the very prison walls Suddenly seemed to reel, And the sky above my head became Like a casque of scorching steel; And, though I was a soul in pain, My pain I could not feel. I only knew what hunted thought Quickened his step, and why He looked upon the garish day With such a wistful eye; The man had killed the thing he loved And so he had to die. Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die. He does not die a death of shame On a day of dark disgrace, Nor have a noose about his neck, Nor a cloth upon his face, Nor drop feet foremost through the floor Into an empty place. First aired: 16 February 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 O Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetrya... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-02-02T01_23_39-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-02T01_23_39-08_00 Mon, 02 Feb 2009 09:23:39 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-02-02T01_23_39-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poem,poetry,podcast,reading,death,rendezvous,seeger,war 103 false A Seeger read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- I Have a Rendezvous with Death by Alan Seeger (1888 – 1916) I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air – I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into his dark land And close my eyes and quench my breath – It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring comes round again this year And the first meadow-flowers appear. God knows 'twere better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where love throbs out in blissful sleep, Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath, Where hushed awakenings are dear... But I've a rendezvous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, When Spring trips north again this year, And I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous. First aired: 15 February 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 A Seeger read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetry... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-31T02_08_09-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-31T02_08_09-08_00 Sat, 31 Jan 2009 10:08:09 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-31T02_08_09-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poem,poetry,podcast,reading,love,ella,wheeler,wilcox,reunited 100 false EW Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Reunited by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1855 – 1919) Let us begin, dear love, where we left off; Tie up the broken threads of that old dream, And go on happy as before, and seem Lovers again, though all the world may scoff. Let us forget the graves which lie between Our parting and our meeting, and the tears That rusted out the gold-work of the years, The frosts that fell upon our gardens green. Let us forget the cold, malicious Fate Who made our loving hearts her idle toys, And once more revel in the old sweet joys Of happy love. Nay, it is not too late! Forget the deep-ploughed furrows in my brow; Forget the silver gleaming in my hair; Look only in my eyes! Oh! darling, there The old love shone no warmer then than now. Down in the tender deeps of thy dear eyes I find the lost sweet memory of my youth, Bright with the holy radiance of thy truth, And hallowed with the blue of summer skies. Tie up the broken threads and let us go, Like reunited lovers, hand in hand, Back, and yet onward, to the sunny land Of our To Be, which was our Long Ago. First aired: 13 February 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 EW Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-30T09_15_37-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-30T09_15_37-08_00 Fri, 30 Jan 2009 17:15:37 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-30T09_15_37-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,podcast,emily,dickinson,love,surrender,god 59 false E Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Surrender by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886) Doubt me, my dim companion! Why, God would be content With but a fraction of the love Poured thee without a stint. The whole of me, forever, What more the woman can, -- Say quick, that I may dower thee With last delight I own! It cannot be my spirit, For that was thine before; I ceded all of dust I knew, -- What opulence the more Had I, a humble maiden, Whose farthest of degree Was that she might, Some distant heaven, Dwell timidly with thee! First aired: 11 February 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 E Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-27T01_42_14-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-27T01_42_14-08_00 Tue, 27 Jan 2009 09:42:14 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-27T01_42_14-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,edgar,poe,science,hate 73 false EA Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- To Science by Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) Science! True daughter of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise, Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car? And driven the Hamadryad from the wood To seek a shelter in some happier star? Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree? First aired: 27 January 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 EA Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryal... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-26T00_49_10-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-26T00_49_10-08_00 Mon, 26 Jan 2009 08:49:10 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-26T00_49_10-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poem,poetry,podcast,reading,love,marvell,andrew,fair,mistress 75 false A Marvell read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- The Fair Singer by Andrew Marvell (1621 – 1678) To make a final conquest of all me, Love did compose so sweet an enemy, In whom both beauties to my death agree, Joining themselves in fatal harmony; That, while she with her eyes my heart does bind, She with her voice might captivate my mind. I could have fled from one but singly fair ; My disentangled soul itself might save, Breaking the curlèd trammels of her hair ; But how should I avoid to be her slave, When subtle art invisibly can wreathe My fetters of the very air I breathe ? It had been easy fighting in some plain, Where victory might hang in equal choice, But all resistance against her is vain, Who has the advantage both of eyes and voice; And all my forces needs must be undone, She having gained both the wind and sun. First aired: 9 February 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 A Marvell read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-25T00_24_21-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-25T00_24_21-08_00 Sun, 25 Jan 2009 08:24:21 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-25T00_24_21-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poem,poetry,podcast,reading,robert,burns,love,red,rose 63 false R Burns read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- My Luve's Like a Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns (1759 –1896) My luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June. My luve's like the melodie, That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my Dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun! O I will luve thee still, my Dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve, And fare-thee-weel a while! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho' it were ten thousand mile! First aired: 25 January 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 R Burns read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetrya... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-24T01_37_49-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-24T01_37_49-08_00 Sat, 24 Jan 2009 09:37:49 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-24T01_37_49-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,podcast,untrodden,wordsworth,love,death,lucy 55 false W Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways by William Wordsworth (1770 –1850) She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! --Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me! First aired: 24 January 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 W Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpo... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-23T05_33_44-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-23T05_33_44-08_00 Fri, 23 Jan 2009 13:33:44 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-23T05_33_44-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,podcast,recital,edmund,gosse,revelation,night 112 false Sir E Gosse read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Revalation by Sir Edmund Gosse (1849–1928) Into the silver night She brought with her pale hand The topaz lanthorn-light, And darted splendour o'er the land; Around her in a band, Ringstraked and pied, the great soft moths came flying, And flapping with their mad wings, fann'd The flickering flame, ascending, falling, dying. Behind the thorny pink Close wall of blossom'd may, I gazed thro' one green chink And saw no more than thousands may,— Saw sweetness, tender and gay,— Saw full rose lips as rounded as the cherry, Saw braided locks more dark than bay, And flashing eyes decorous, pure, and merry. With food for furry friends She pass'd, her lamp and she, Till eaves and gable-ends Hid all that saffron sheen from me: Around my rosy tree Once more the silver-starry night was shining, With depths of heaven, dewy and free, And crystals of a carven moon declining. Alas! for him who dwells In frigid air of thought, When warmer light dispels The frozen calm his spirit sought; By life too lately taught He sees the ecstatic Human from him stealing; Reels from the joy experience brought, And dares not clutch what Love was half revealing. First aired: 9 February 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 Sir E Gosse read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-22T04_48_46-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-22T04_48_46-08_00 Thu, 22 Jan 2009 12:48:46 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-22T04_48_46-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,literature,poetry,poem,reading,recital,podcast,john,keats,city,pent,nature 69 false J Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- To One Who has been Long in City Pent by John Keats (1795 – 1821) To one who has been long in city pent, ’Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven,—to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with hearts content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel,—an eye Watching the sailing cloudlet’s bright career, He mourns that day so soon has glided by: E’en like the passage of an angel’s tear That falls through the clear ether silently. First aired: 22 November 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 J Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetrya... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-21T01_20_43-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-21T01_20_43-08_00 Wed, 21 Jan 2009 09:20:43 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-21T01_20_43-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,podcast,john,clare,first,love,valentines 100 false J Clare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- First Love by John Clare (1793 – 1864) I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet, Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale as deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked, what could I ail? My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away, The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start -- They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice? Is love's bed always snow? She seemed to hear my silent voice, Not love's appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling-place And can return no more First aired: 21 January 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 J Clare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetrya... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-20T03_19_56-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-20T03_19_56-08_00 Tue, 20 Jan 2009 11:19:56 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-20T03_19_56-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,poetry,poem,poems,podcast,president,obama,roosevelt,corinne,brotherhood,call 177 false CR Robinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- The Call Of Brotherhood by Corinne Roosevelt Robinson (1861 - 1933) Have you heard it, the dominant call Of the city’s great cry, and the thrall And the throb and the pulse of its Life, And the touch and the stir of its Strife, As, amid the dread dust and the din It wages its battle of Sin? Have you felt in the crowds of the street The echo of mutinous feet As they march to their final release, As they struggle and strive without peace? Marching how, marching where, and to what! Oh! by all that there is, or is not, We must march too and shoulder to shoulder. If a frail sister slip, we must hold her, If a brother be lost in the strain Of the infinite pitfalls of pain, We must love him and lift him again. For we are the Guarded, the Shielded, And yet we have wavered and yielded To the sins that we could not resist. By the right of the joys we have missed, By the right of the deeds left undone, By the right of our victories won, Perchance we their burdens may bear As brothers, with right to our share. The baby who pulls at the breast With its pitiful purpose to wrest The milk that has dried in the vein, That is sapped by life’s fever and drain The turbulent prisoners of toil, Whose faces are black with the soil And scarred with the sins of the soul, Who are paying the terrible toll Of the way they have chosen to tread, As they march on in truculent dread, And the Old, and the Weary, who fall Oh! let us be one with them all! By the infinite fear of our fears, By the passionate pain of our tears, Let us hold out our impotent hands, Made strong by Jehovah s commands, The God of the militant poor, Who are stronger than we to endure, Let us march in the front of the van Of the Brotherhood valiant of Man! First aired: 20 January 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 CR Robinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-18T12_17_24-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-18T12_17_24-08_00 Sun, 18 Jan 2009 20:17:24 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-18T12_17_24-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,podcast,recital,shakespeare,mistress,sonnet,130 80 false W Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616) My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak,--yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go, My mistress when she walks, treads on the ground; And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. First aired: 18 January 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 W Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicp... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-17T09_35_56-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-17T09_35_56-08_00 Sat, 17 Jan 2009 17:35:56 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-17T09_35_56-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,edward,thomas,new,house 66 false E Thomas read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- The New House by Edward Thomas (1878 – 1917) Now first, as I shut the door, I was alone In the new house; and the wind Began to moan. Old at once was the house, And I was old; My ears were teased with the dread Of what was foretold, Nights of storm, days of mist, without end; Sad days when the sun Shone in vain: old griefs and griefs Not yet begun. All was foretold me; naught Could I foresee; But I learnt how the wind would sound After these things should be First aired: 17 January 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 E Thomas read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetry... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-15T06_08_09-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-15T06_08_09-08_00 Thu, 15 Jan 2009 14:08:09 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-15T06_08_09-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,oscar,wilde,milton,john 76 false O Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- To Milton by Oscar Wilde (1854 – 1900) Milton! I think thy spirit hath passed away From these white cliffs and high-embattled towers; This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ours Seems fallen into ashes dull and grey, And the age changed unto a mimic play Wherein we waste our else too-crowded hours: For all our pomp and pageantry and powers We are but fit to delve the common clay, Seeing this little isle on which we stand, This England, this sea-lion of the sea, By ignorant demagogues is held in fee, Who love her not: Dear God! is this the land Which bare a triple empire in her hand When Cromwell spake the word Democracy! First aired: 19 November 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 O Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetrya... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-14T03_50_40-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-14T03_50_40-08_00 Wed, 14 Jan 2009 11:50:40 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-14T03_50_40-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,coleridge,samuel,solitude,war 306 false ST Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- from Fears in Solitude by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 - 1834) Thankless too for peace, (Peace long preserved by fleets and perilous seas) Secure from actual warfare, we have loved To swell the war-whoop, passionate for war! Alas! for ages ignorant of all Its ghastlier workings, (famine or blue plague, Battle, or siege, or flight through wintry snows,) We, this whole people, have been clamorous For war and bloodshed; animating sports, The which we pay for as a thing to talk of, Spectators and not combatants! No guess Anticipative of a wrong unfelt, No speculation on contingency, However dim and vague, too vague and dim To yield a justifying cause; and forth, (Stuffed out with big preamble, holy names, And adjurations of the God in Heaven,) We send our mandates for the certain death Of thousands and ten thousands! Boys and girls, And women, that would groan to see a child Pull off an insect's leg, all read of war, The best amusement for our morning meal! The poor wretch, who has learnt his only prayers From curses, who knows scarcely words enough To ask a blessing from his Heavenly Father, Becomes a fluent phraseman, absolute And technical in victories and defeats, And all our dainty terms for fratricide; Terms which we trundle smoothly o'er our tongues Like mere abstractions, empty sounds to which We join no feeling and attach no form! As if the soldier died without a wound; As if the fibres of this godlike frame Were gored without a pang; as if the wretch, Who fell in battle, doing bloody deeds, Passed off to Heaven, translated and not killed; As though he had no wife to pine for him, No God to judge him! Therefore, evil days Are coming on us, O my countrymen! And what if all-avenging Providence, Strong and retributive, should make us know The meaning of our words, force us to feel The desolation and the agony Of our fierce doings? First aired: 4 November 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 ST Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpo... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-13T03_17_40-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-13T03_17_40-08_00 Tue, 13 Jan 2009 11:17:40 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-13T03_17_40-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,work,song,shirt,thomas,hood 242 false T Hood read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- The Song of the Shirt by Thomas Hood (1799 – 1845) With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread— Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the “Song of the Shirt!” “Work! work! work! While the cock is crowing aloof! And work—work—work, Till the stars shine through the roof! It ’s Oh! to be a slave Along with the barbarous Turk, Where woman has never a soul to save, If this is Christian work! “Work—work—work Till the brain begins to swim; Work—work—work Till the eyes are heavy and dim. Seam, and gusset, and band, Band, and gusset, and seam, Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! “Oh, Men, with Sisters dear! Oh, Men, with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you ’re wearing out, But human creatures’ lives! Stitch—stitch—stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once, with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt. “But why do I talk of Death? That Phantom of grisly bone, I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own— It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep; Oh, God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap! “Work—work—work! My labor never flags; And what are its wages? A bed of straw, A crust of bread—and rags. That shatter’d roof—and this naked floor— A table—a broken chair— And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there. “Work—work—work! From weary chime to chime, Work—work—work, As prisoners work for crime! Band, and gusset, and seam, Seam, and gusset, and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumb’d, As well as the weary hand. “Work—work—work, In the dull December light, And work—work—work, When the weather is warm and bright, While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling As if to show me their sunny backs And twit me with the spring. “Oh! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet, With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet, For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal, “Oh, but for one short hour! A respite however brief! No blessed leisure for Love or Hope, But only time for Grief! A little weeping would ease my heart, But in their briny bed My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread!” With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread— Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the Rich! She sang this “ Song of the Shirt!" First aired: 1 November 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 T Hood read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryal... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-11T21_39_41-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-11T21_39_41-08_00 Mon, 12 Jan 2009 05:39:41 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-11T21_39_41-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,literature,poetry,poem,reading,recital,sleep,john,keats,sonnet 81 false J Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- To Sleep by John Keats (1795 – 1821) O soft embalmer of the still midnight! Shutting with careful fingers and benign Our gloom-pleased eyes, embower'd from the light, Enshaded in forgetfulness divine; O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close, In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes, Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws Around my bed its lulling charities; Then save me, or the passèd day will shine Upon my pillow, breeding many woes; Save me from curious conscience, that still lords Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole; Turn the key deftly in the oilèd wards, And seal the hushèd casket of my soul. First aired: 25 October 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 J Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetrya... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-09T00_17_55-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-09T00_17_55-08_00 Fri, 09 Jan 2009 08:17:55 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-09T00_17_55-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,ella,wilcox,show,way 100 false EW Wheeler read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Show me the Way by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 – 1919) Show me the way that leads to the true life. I do not care what tempests may assail me, I shall be given courage for the strife; I know my strength will not desert or fail me; I know that I shall conquer in the fray: Show me the way. Show me the way up to a higher plane, Where body shall be servant to the soul. I do not care what tides of woe or pain Across my life their angry waves may roll, If I but reach the end I seek, some day: Show me the way. Show me the way, and let me bravely climb Above vain grievings for unworthy treasures; Above all sorrow that finds balm in time; Above small triumphs or belittling pleasures; Up to those heights where these things seem child's-play: Show me the way. Show me the way to that calm, perfect peace Which springs from an inward consciousness of right; To where all conflicts with the flesh shall cease, And self shall radiate with the spirit's light. Though hard the journey and the strife, I pray, Show me the way. First aired: 31 January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 EW Wheeler read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-08T00_08_29-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-08T00_08_29-08_00 Thu, 08 Jan 2009 08:08:29 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-08T00_08_29-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,podcast,childe,harolds,pilgrimage,lord,byron 101 false Lord Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- from Childe Harold's Pilgrimage by George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788 – 1824) There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal. And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward; from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers,--they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror, 'twas a pleasing fear; For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane,--as I do here. First aired: 8 January 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 Lord Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-07T00_34_04-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-07T00_34_04-08_00 Wed, 07 Jan 2009 08:34:04 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-07T00_34_04-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,podcast,alexander,pope,essay,criticism 88 false EW Wheeler read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- from an Essay on Criticism by Alexander Pope (1688 – 1744) Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is Pride, the never failing vice of fools. Whatever Nature has in worth denied She gives in large recruits of needful Pride: For as in bodies, thus in souls, we find What wants in blood and spirits swell'd with wind: Pride, where Wit fails, steps in to our deference, And fills up all the mighty void of Sense: If once right Reason drives that cloud away, Truth breaks upon us with resistless day. Trust not yourself; but your defects to know, Make use of ev'ry friend--and ev'ry foe. A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again. First aired: 7 January 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 EW Wheeler read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-06T03_07_38-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-06T03_07_38-08_00 Tue, 06 Jan 2009 11:07:38 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-06T03_07_38-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,podcast,christina,rossetti,love,echo 94 false CG Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Echo by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 – 1894) Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream; Come back in tears, O memory, hope and love of finished years. O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter-sweet, Whose wakening should have been in Paradise, Where souls brim-full of love abide and meet; Where thirsting longing eyes Watch the slow door That opening, letting in, lets out no more. Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death; Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago. First aired: 6 January 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 CG Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-05T00_56_54-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-05T00_56_54-08_00 Mon, 05 Jan 2009 08:56:54 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-05T00_56_54-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,podcast,procter,lost,chord,organ 100 false AA Procter read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- The Lost Chord by Adelaide Anne Procter (1825 – 1864) Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill-at-ease; And my fingers wandered idly Over the noisy keys. I know not what I was playing Or what I was dreaming then, But I struck one chord of music Like the sound of a great Amen. It flooded the crimson twilight Like the close of an angel's psalm, And it lay on my fevered spirit With a touch of infinite calm. It quieted pain and sorrow Like love overcoming strife; It seemed the harmonious echo From our discordant life. It linked all perplexèd meanings Into one perfect peace, And trembled away into silence As if it were loth to cease. I have sought, but I seek it vainly, That one lost chord divine, Which came from the soul of the organ And entered into mine. It may be that death's bright angel Will speak in that chord again; It may be that only in heav'n I shall hear that grand Amen. First aired: 5 January 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 AA Procter read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-04T00_52_37-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-04T00_52_37-08_00 Sun, 04 Jan 2009 08:52:37 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-04T00_52_37-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,podcast,unbowed,william,henley 64 false WE Henley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Invictus by William Ernest Henley (1849 – 1903) Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. First aired: 14 January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 WE Henley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-03T03_02_02-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-03T03_02_02-08_00 Sat, 03 Jan 2009 11:02:02 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-03T03_02_02-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,happy,life,wooton 89 false H Wooton read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- The Character of a Happy Life by Sir Henry Wooton (1568 – 1639) How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise, Nor vice; who never understood How deepest wounds are given by praise; Nor rules of state, but rules of good; Who hath his life from rumours freed; Whose conscience is his strong retreat; Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Nor ruin make oppressors great; Who God doth late and early pray More of His grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend; — This man is free from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And having nothing, yet hath all. First aired: 4 February 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 H Wooton read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetry... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-02T00_53_36-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-02T00_53_36-08_00 Fri, 02 Jan 2009 08:53:36 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-02T00_53_36-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,tower,podcast,tennyson,new,year 60 false A Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- I Stood on a Tower by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892) I stood on a tower in the wet, And New Year and Old Year met, And winds were roaring and blowing; And I said, 'O years that meet in tears, Have ye aught that is worth the knowing? 'Science enough and exploring Wanderers coming and going Matter enough for deploring But aught that is worth the knowing?' Seas at my feet were flowing Waves on the shingle pouring, Old Year roaring and blowing And New Year blowing and roaring. First aired: 2 January 2009 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 A Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2009-01-01T00_20_56-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-01T00_20_56-08_00 Thu, 01 Jan 2009 08:20:56 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2009-01-01T00_20_56-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,podcast,alexander,pope,quiet,life 70 false A Pope read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- The Quiet Life by Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744) Happy the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day, Sound sleep by night; study and ease Together mixt, sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please With meditation. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie. First aired: 31 May 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 A Pope read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryal... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-12-30T02_12_23-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-30T02_12_23-08_00 Tue, 30 Dec 2008 10:12:23 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-30T02_12_23-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,thrush,hardy,winter 104 false T Hardy read by Classic Poetry Aloud; Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy (1840 – 1928) I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires. The land’s sharp features seem’d to be The Century’s corpse outleant, His crypt the cloudy canopy, The wind his death-lament. The ancient pulse of germ and birth Was shrunken hard and dry, And every spirit upon earth Seem'd fervourless as I. At once a voice arose among The bleak twigs overhead In a full-hearted evensong Of joy illimited; An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom. So little cause for carollings Of such ecstatic sound Was written on terrestrial things Afar or nigh around, That I could think there trembled through His happy good-night air Some blessèd Hope, whereof he knew And I was unaware. First aired: 17 November 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 T Hardy read by Classic Poetry Aloud; Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetrya... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-12-30T02_03_03-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-30T02_03_03-08_00 Tue, 30 Dec 2008 10:03:03 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-30T02_03_03-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,snow,london,robert,bridges,winter,recital 195 false R Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- London Snow by Robert Bridges (1844 – 1930) When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town; Deadening, muffling, stifling its murmurs failing; Lazily and incessantly floating down and down: Silently sifting and veiling road, roof and railing; Hiding difference, making unevenness even, Into angles and crevices softly drifting and sailing. All night it fell, and when full inches seven It lay in the depth of its uncompacted lightness, The clouds blew off from a high and frosty heaven; And all woke earlier for the unaccustomed brightness Of the winter dawning, the strange unheavenly glare: The eye marvelled - marvelled at the dazzling whiteness; The ear hearkened to the stillness of the solemn air; No sound of wheel rumbling nor of foot falling, And the busy morning cries came thin and spare. Then boys I heard, as they went to school, calling, They gathered up the crystal manna to freeze Their tongues with tasting, their hands with snowballing; Or rioted in a drift, plunging up to the knees; Or peering up from under the white-mossed wonder!' 'O look at the trees!' they cried, 'O look at the trees!' With lessened load a few carts creak and blunder, Following along the white deserted way, A country company long dispersed asunder: When now already the sun, in pale display Standing by Paul's high dome, spread forth below His sparkling beams, and awoke the stir of the day. For now doors open, and war is waged with the snow; And trains of sombre men, past tale of number, Tread long brown paths, as toward their toil they go: But even for them awhile no cares encumber Their minds diverted; the daily word is unspoken, The daily thoughts of labour and sorrow slumber At the sight of the beauty that greets them, for the charm they have broken. First aired: 30 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 R Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-12-29T05_06_17-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-29T05_06_17-08_00 Mon, 29 Dec 2008 13:06:17 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-29T05_06_17-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,podcast,recital,reading,dark,edward,thomas 76 false E Thomas read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. Out in the Dark by Edward Thomas (1878 – 1917) Out in the dark over the snow The fallow fawns invisible go With the fallow doe ; And the winds blow Fast as the stars are slow. Stealthily the dark haunts round And, when the lamp goes, without sound At a swifter bound Than the swiftest hound, Arrives, and all else is drowned ; And star and I and wind and deer, Are in the dark together, - near, Yet far, - and fear Drums on my ear In that sage company drear. How weak and little is the light, All the universe of sight, Love and delight, Before the might, If you love it not, of night. First aired: 28 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 E Thomas read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-12-28T00_34_43-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-28T00_34_43-08_00 Sun, 28 Dec 2008 08:34:43 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-28T00_34_43-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,podcast,recital,reading,wilcox,bleak,weather 93 false EW Wheeler read by Classic Poetry Aloud, giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ -------------------------------------------- Bleak Weather by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 – 1919) Dear love, where the red lilies blossomed and grew, The white snows are falling; And all through the woods, where I wandered with you, The loud winds are calling; And the robin that piped to us tune upon tune, Neath the oak -- you remember, Over hill-top and forest has followed the June, And left us -- December. Has left, like a friend who is true in the sun, And false in the shadows. He has found new delights, in the land where he's gone, Greener woodlands and meadows. Let him go! What care we? let the snow shroud the lea, Let it drift on the heather! We can sing through it all; I have you -- you have me, And we'll laugh at the weather. The old year may die, and a new year be born That is bleaker and colder; It cannot dismay us; we dare it -- we scorn, For our love makes us bolder. Ah Robin! sing loud on your far-distant lea, You friend in fair weather; But here is a song sung, that's fuller of glee, By two warm hearts together. First aired: 28 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 EW Wheeler read by Classic Poetry Aloud, giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-12-27T05_08_19-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-27T05_08_19-08_00 Sat, 27 Dec 2008 13:08:19 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-27T05_08_19-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,podcast,recital,reading,garden,swinburne,forsaken 90 false AC Swinburne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. from A Forsaken Garden by Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837 – 1909) In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, Walled round with rocks as an inland island, The ghost of a garden fronts the sea. A girdle of brushwood and thorn encloses The steep square slope of the blossomless bed Where the weeds that grew green from the graves of its roses Now lie dead. The fields fall southward, abrupt and broken, To the low last edge of the long lone land. If a step should sound or a word be spoken, Would a ghost not rise at the strange guest's hand? So long have the grey bare walks lain guestless, Through branches and briers if a man make way, He shall find no life but the sea-wind's, restless Night and day. First aired: 27 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 AC Swinburne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-12-26T06_05_19-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-26T06_05_19-08_00 Fri, 26 Dec 2008 14:05:19 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-26T06_05_19-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,podcast,recital,reading,longfellow,christmas,bells 95 false HW Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Christmas Bells by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Till, ringing, singing on its way The world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime, A chant sublime Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Then from each black, accursed mouth The cannon thundered in the South, And with the sound The Carols drowned Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And in despair I bowed my head; ‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said; ‘For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!’ Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: ‘God is not dead; nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men!’ First aired: 25 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 HW Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-12-25T00_01_29-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-25T00_01_29-08_00 Thu, 25 Dec 2008 08:01:29 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-25T00_01_29-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,podcast,recital,reading,vaughan,peace,christmas 66 false H Vaughan read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Peace by Henry Vaughan (1621 – 1695) My soul, there is a country Far beyond the stars, Where stands a wingèd sentry All skilful in the wars: There, above noise and danger, Sweet Peace sits crown'd with smiles, And One born in a manger Commands the beauteous files. He is thy gracious Friend, And—O my soul, awake!— Did in pure love descend To die here for thy sake. If thou canst get but thither, There grows the flower of Peace, The Rose that cannot wither, Thy fortress, and thy ease. Leave then thy foolish ranges; For none can thee secure But One who never changes— Thy God, thy life, thy cure. First aired: 29 January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 H Vaughan read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-12-24T02_20_08-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-24T02_20_08-08_00 Wed, 24 Dec 2008 10:20:08 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-24T02_20_08-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,podcast,recital,reading,rossetti,christina,birthday 63 false CG Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- A Birthday by Christina Rossetti by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 – 1894) My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these, Because my love is come to me. Raise me a daïs of silk and down; Hang it with vair and purple dyes; Carve it in doves and pomegranates, And peacocks with a hundred eyes; Work it in gold and silver grapes, In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys; Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me. First aired: 21 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 CG Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-12-23T02_39_50-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-23T02_39_50-08_00 Tue, 23 Dec 2008 10:39:50 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-23T02_39_50-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,podcast,recital,reading,emerson,nature,snowstorm 126 false RW Emerson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. The Snow-Storm by Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882) Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm. Come see the north wind's masonry. Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he For number or proportion. Mockingly, On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths; A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn; Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall, Maugre the farmer's sighs; and at the gate A tapering turret overtops the work. And when his hours are numbered, and the world Is all his own, retiring, as he were not, Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone, Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work, The frolic architecture of the snow. Students and those interested in knowing more should visit: http://www.etsu.edu/writing/amlit_s04/anthology/snowstorm.htm First aired: 10 January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 RW Emerson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-12-21T07_44_45-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-21T07_44_45-08_00 Sun, 21 Dec 2008 15:44:45 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-21T07_44_45-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,frost,winter,coleridge 100 false ST Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- from Frost at Midnight by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 – 1834) The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as before. The inmates of my cottage, all at rest, Have left me to that solitude, which suits Abstruser musings: save that at my side My cradled infant slumbers peacefully. 'Tis calm indeed! so calm, that it disturbs And vexes meditation with its strange And extreme silentness. Sea, hill, and wood, With all the numberless goings-on of life, Inaudible as dreams! the thin blue flame Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not; Only that film, which fluttered on the grate, Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. Methinks its motion in this hush of nature Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, Making it a companionable form, Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit By its own moods interprets, every where Echo or mirror seeking of itself, And makes a toy of Thought. First aired: 26 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 ST Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-12-18T08_39_21-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-18T08_39_21-08_00 Thu, 18 Dec 2008 16:39:21 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-18T08_39_21-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,podcast,spirits,robert,bridges 53 false R Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Spirits by Robert Bridges (1844 – 1930) Angel spirits of sleep, White-robed, with silver hair, In your meadows fair, Where the willows weep, And the sad moonbeam On the gliding stream Writes her scatter'd dream: Angel spirits of sleep, Dancing to the weir In the hollow roar Of its waters deep; Know ye how men say That ye haunt no more Isle and grassy shore With your moonlit play; That ye dance not here, White-robed spirits of sleep, All the summer night Threading dances light? First aired: 24 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 R Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Gi... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-12-16T14_29_16-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-16T14_29_16-08_00 Tue, 16 Dec 2008 22:29:16 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-16T14_29_16-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,blake,poison,tree,hate,hatred 412 false W Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- A Poison Tree by William Blake (1757 – 1827) I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine. And he knew that it was mine, And into my garden stole When the night had veiled the pole; In the morning glad I see My foe outstretched beneath the tree. First aired: 20 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 W Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-12-15T05_42_36-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-15T05_42_36-08_00 Mon, 15 Dec 2008 13:42:36 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-15T05_42_36-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,keats,winter,wind,nature,sonnet 75 false J Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Oh thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind by John Keats (1795 – 1821) Oh thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind, Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist, And the black elm tops, 'mong the freezing stars, To thee the spring will be a harvest-time. O thou, whose only book has been the light, Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on Night after night when Phoebus was away, To thee the Spring shall be a triple morn. O fret not after knowledge - I have none, And yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge - I have none, And yet the Evening listens. He who saddens At thought of idleness cannot be idle, And he's awake who thinks himself asleep. First aired: 15 December 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-12-14T02_27_52-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-14T02_27_52-08_00 Sun, 14 Dec 2008 10:27:52 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-14T02_27_52-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,literature,poetry,poem,reading,podcast,recital,emily,dickinson,hope,feathers 49 false E Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Hope is the Thing with Feathers by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886) "Hope" is the thing with feathers — That perches in the soul — And sings the tune without the words — And never stops — at all — And sweetest — in the Gale — is heard — And sore must be the storm — That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm — I've heard it in the chillest land — And on the strangest Sea — Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb — of Me. First aired: 18 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 E Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-12-12T07_03_46-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-12T07_03_46-08_00 Fri, 12 Dec 2008 15:03:46 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-12T07_03_46-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,edgar,allan,poe,despair,alone 107 false EA Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Alone by Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view. First aired: 17 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 EA Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-12-11T06_51_56-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-11T06_51_56-08_00 Thu, 11 Dec 2008 14:51:56 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-11T06_51_56-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,john,clare,tomb,death 76 false J Clare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Love Lives Beyond The Tomb by John Clare (1793 – 1864) Love lives beyond the tomb, And earth, which fades like dew! I love the fond, The faithful, and the true. Love lives in sleep: 'Tis happiness of healthy dreams: Eve's dews may weep, But love delightful seems. 'Tis seen in flowers, And in the morning's pearly dew; In earth's green hours, And in the heaven's eternal blue. 'Tis heard in Spring When light and sunbeams, warm and kind, On angel's wing Bring love and music to the mind. And where's the voice, So young, so beautiful, and sweet As Nature's choice, Where Spring and lovers meet? Love lives beyond the tomb, And earth, which fades like dew! I love the fond, The faithful, and the true. First aired: 17 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J Clare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-12-10T07_05_55-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-10T07_05_55-08_00 Wed, 10 Dec 2008 15:05:55 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-10T07_05_55-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,john,milton,psalm,god 1869 false J Milton read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Psalm 4 translated by John Milton (1608 – 1674) Answer me when I call God of my righteousness; In straights and in distress Thou didst me disinthrall And set at large; now spare, Now pity me, and hear my earnest prai'r. Great ones how long will ye My glory have in scorn? How long be thus forborn Still to love vanity, To love, to seek, to prize Things false and vain and nothing else but lies? Yet know the Lord hath chose, Chose to himself a part The good and meek of heart (For whom to chuse he knows) Jehovah from on high Will hear my voyce what time to him I crie. Be aw'd, and do not sin, Speak to your hearts alone, Upon your beds, each one, And be at peace within. Offer the offerings just Of righteousness and in Jehovah trust. Many there be that say Who yet will shew us good? Talking like this worlds brood; But Lord, thus let me pray, On us lift up the light, Lift up the favour of thy count'nance bright. Into my heart more joy And gladness thou hast put Then when a year of glut Their stores doth over-cloy And from their plenteous grounds With vast increase their corn and wine abounds. In peace at once will I Both lay me down and sleep For thou alone dost keep Me safe where ere I lie: As in a rocky Cell Thou Lord alone in safety mak'st me dwell. First aired: 10 December 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J Milton read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-12-05T08_55_24-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-05T08_55_24-08_00 Fri, 05 Dec 2008 16:55:24 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-12-05T08_55_24-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,john,donne,ecstasy,love 129 false J Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Ecstasy by John Donne (1572 – 1631) Where, like a pillow on a bed, A pregnant bank swell'd up, to rest The violet's reclining head, Sat we two, one another's best. Our hands were firmly cemented By a fast balm which thence did spring; Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread Our eyes upon one double string. So to engraft our hands, as yet Was all the means to make us one; And pictures in our eyes to get Was all our propagation. As 'twixt two equal armies Fate Suspends uncertain victory, Our souls—which to advance their state Were gone out—hung 'twixt her and me. And whilst our souls negotiate there, We like sepulchral statues lay; All day the same our postures were, And we said nothing, all the day. First aired: 14 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-11-30T12_34_38-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-30T12_34_38-08_00 Sun, 30 Nov 2008 20:34:38 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-30T12_34_38-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,literature,poetry,poem,reading,recital,robert,herrick,virgins,gather,ye,rosebuds 70 false Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- To the Virgins to make much of Time by Robert Herrick (1591 – 1674) Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry. Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-11-29T13_52_22-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-29T13_52_22-08_00 Sat, 29 Nov 2008 21:52:22 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-29T13_52_22-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,lotos,eaters,alfred,lord,tennyson,drugs 736 false A Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Lotos-Eaters by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892) “Courage!” he said, and pointed toward the land, “This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.” In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; And, like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro’ wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land; far off, three mountain-tops, Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, Stood sunset-flush’d; and, dew’d with showery drops, Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse. The charmed sunset linger’d low adown In the red West; thro’ mountain clefts the dale Was seen far inland, and the yellow down Border’d with palm, and many a winding vale And meadow, set with slender galingale; A land where all things always seem’d the same! And round about the keel with faces pale, Dark faces pale against that rosy flame, The mild-eyed melancholy Lotos-eaters came. Branches they bore of that enchanted stem, Laden with flower and fruit, whereof they gave To each, but whoso did receive of them And taste, to him the gushing of the wave Far far away did seem to mourn and rave On alien shores; and if his fellow spake, His voice was thin, as voices from the grave; And deep-asleep he seem’d, yet all awake, And music in his ears his beating heart did make. They sat them down upon the yellow sand, Between the sun and moon upon the shore; And sweet it was to dream of Fatherland, Of child, and wife, and slave; but evermore Most weary seem’d the sea, weary the oar, Weary the wandering fields of barren foam. Then some one said, “We will return no more;” And all at once they sang, “Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.” CHORIC SONG I There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir’d eyelids upon tir’d eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro’ the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. II Why are we weigh’d upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness? All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown; Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep our brows in slumber’s holy balm; Nor harken what the inner spirit sings, “There is no joy but calm!”— Why should we only toil, the roof and crown of things? III Lo! in the middle of the wood, The folded leaf is woo’d from out the bud With winds upon the branch, and there Grows green and broad, and takes no care, Sun-steep’d at noon, and in the moon Nightly dew-fed; and turning yellow Falls, and floats adown the air. Lo! sweeten’d with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. (continued) A Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-11-27T01_32_02-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-27T01_32_02-08_00 Thu, 27 Nov 2008 09:32:02 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-27T01_32_02-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,john,milton,psalm 75 false J Milton read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Psalm 1 translated by John Milton (1608 – 1674) Done into Verse, 1653 Bless'd is the man who hath not walk'd astray In counsel of the wicked, and ith'way Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat Of scorners hath not sate. But in the great Jehovahs Law is ever his delight, And in his law he studies day and night. He shall be as a tree which planted grows By watry streams, and in his season knows To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall. And what he takes in hand shall prosper all. Not so the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand In judgment, or abide their tryal then Nor sinners in th'assembly of just men. For the Lord knows th'upright way of the just And the way of bad men to ruine must. First aired: 27 November 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J Milton read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-11-24T05_46_52-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-24T05_46_52-08_00 Mon, 24 Nov 2008 13:46:52 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-24T05_46_52-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,charles,lamb,old,familiar,faces 121 false C Lamb read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Old Familiar Faces by Charles Lamb (1775–1834) I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I loved a Love once, fairest among women: Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man: Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces. Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood, Earth seem'd a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling? So might we talk of the old familiar faces - How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. First aired: 4 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 C Lamb read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-11-22T15_01_31-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-22T15_01_31-08_00 Sat, 22 Nov 2008 23:01:31 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-22T15_01_31-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,podcast,reading,edmund,waller,love,rose 74 false E Waller read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Go, lovely Rose by Edmund Waller (1606 – 1687) Go, lovely Rose— Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that 's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die—that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee; How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair! First aired: 4 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 E Waller read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-11-20T06_45_38-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-20T06_45_38-08_00 Thu, 20 Nov 2008 14:45:38 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-20T06_45_38-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,elizabeth,browning,sonnet,love 80 false EB Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Sonnet XXI by Elizabeth Barrett Browning(1806 – 1861) Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem "a cuckoo-song," as thou dost treat it, Remember, never to the hill or plain, Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed. Belovèd, I, amid the darkness greeted By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt’s pain Cry, "Speak once more—thou lovest!" Who can fear Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll, Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year? Say thou dost love me, love me, love me—toll The silver iterance!—only minding, Dear, To love me also in silence with thy soul. First aired: 20 November 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 EB Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-11-16T08_26_14-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-16T08_26_14-08_00 Sun, 16 Nov 2008 16:26:14 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-16T08_26_14-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,literature,poetry,poem,reading,recital,robert,bridges,delight,my 84 false R Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- My Delight and Thy Delight by Robert Bridges (1844 – 1930) My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night: My desire and thy desire Twining to a tongue of fire, Leaping live, and laughing higher: Thro' the everlasting strife In the mystery of life. Love, from whom the world begun, Hath the secret of the sun. Love can tell, and love alone, Whence the million stars were strewn, Why each atom knows its own, How, in spite of woe and deat, Gay is life, and sweet is breath: This he taught us, this we knew, Happy in his science true, Hand in hand as we stood 'Neath the shadows of the wood, Heart to heart as we lay In the dawning of the day. First aired: 2 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 R Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-11-15T08_30_53-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-15T08_30_53-08_00 Sat, 15 Nov 2008 16:30:53 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-15T08_30_53-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,tennyson,crossing,bar,death 67 false A Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Crossing the Bar by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892) Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar. First aired: 27 November 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 A Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-11-13T03_10_29-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-13T03_10_29-08_00 Thu, 13 Nov 2008 11:10:29 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-13T03_10_29-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,arthur,struggle,clough 73 false AH Clough read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Say not the Struggle Naught Availeth by Arthur Hugh Clough (1819 – 1861) Say not the struggle naught availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And as things have been they remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; It may be, in yon smoke conceal'd, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field. For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly! But westward, look, the land is bright! First aired: 24 November 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 AH Clough read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-11-11T00_25_15-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-11T00_25_15-08_00 Tue, 11 Nov 2008 08:25:15 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-11T00_25_15-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,war,dulce,wilfred,owen 142 false W Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen (1893 - 1918) Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind. Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . . Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori. First aired: 9 November 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 W Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-11-08T02_13_48-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-08T02_13_48-08_00 Sat, 08 Nov 2008 10:13:48 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-08T02_13_48-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,literature,poetry,poems,poem,reading,recital,podcast,robert,bridges,winter,nightfall 81 false R Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Winter Nightfall by Robert Bridges (1844 - 1930) The day begins to droop,— Its course is done: But nothing tells the place Of the setting sun. The hazy darkness deepens, And up the lane You may hear, but cannot see, The homing wain. An engine pants and hums In the farm hard by: Its lowering smoke is lost In the lowering sky. The soaking branches drip, And all night through The dropping will not cease In the avenue. A tall man there in the house Must keep his chair: He knows he will never again Breathe the spring air: His heart is worn with work; He is giddy and sick If he rise to go as far As the nearest rick: He thinks of his morn of life, His hale, strong years; And braves as he may the night Of darkness and tears First aired: 24 November 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 R Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-11-07T07_08_15-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-07T07_08_15-08_00 Fri, 07 Nov 2008 15:08:15 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-07T07_08_15-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,poe,edgar,conqueror,worm 147 false EA Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Conqueror Worm by Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) Lo! 't is a gala night Within the lonesome latter years. An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly; Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their condor wings Invisible Woe. That motley drama—oh, be sure It shall not be forgot! With its Phantom chased for evermore By a crowd that seize it not, Through a circle that ever returneth in To the self-same spot; And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot. But see amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude: A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes—it writhes!—with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And over each quivering form In human gore imbued. Out—out are the lights—out all! And over each quivering form The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, "Man," And its hero, the Conqueror Worm. First aired: 23 November 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 EA Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-11-03T01_22_12-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-03T01_22_12-08_00 Mon, 03 Nov 2008 09:22:12 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-11-03T01_22_12-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,literature,poem,poems,poetry,reading,recital,english,search,henry,vaughan,mystical 68 false H Vaughan read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Search by Henry Vaughan 1621 – 1695) Leave, leave, thy gadding thoughts; Who Pores and spies Still out of Doores, descries Within them nought. The skinne, and shell of things Though faire, are not Thy wish, nor pray’r, but got By meer Despair of wings. To rack old Elements, or Dust and say Sure here he must needs stay, Is not the way, nor just. Search well another world; who studies this, Travels in Clouds, seeks Manna, where none is. First aired: 3 November 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 H Vaughan read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-10-30T12_48_32-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-30T12_48_32-07_00 Thu, 30 Oct 2008 19:48:32 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-30T12_48_32-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,literature,poem,poetry,reading,john,milton,blindness,his 80 false J Milton read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- On His Blindness by John Milton (1608 – 1674) When I consider how my light is spent E're half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide, Lodg'd with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, least he returning chide, Doth God exact day-labour, light deny'd, I fondly ask; But patience to prevent That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts, who best Bear his milde yoak, they serve him best, his State Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed And post o're Land and Ocean without rest: They also serve who only stand and waite. First aired: 20 November 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J Milton read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-10-26T07_17_38-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-26T07_17_38-07_00 Sun, 26 Oct 2008 14:17:38 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-26T07_17_38-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,literature,poetry,poem,reading,recital,thomas,thrush,hardy,darkling 104 false T Hardy read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy (1840 – 1928) I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires. The land’s sharp features seem’d to be The Century’s corpse outleant, His crypt the cloudy canopy, The wind his death-lament. The ancient pulse of germ and birth Was shrunken hard and dry, And every spirit upon earth Seem'd fervourless as I. At once a voice arose among The bleak twigs overhead In a full-hearted evensong Of joy illimited; An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom. So little cause for carollings Of such ecstatic sound Was written on terrestrial things Afar or nigh around, That I could think there trembled through His happy good-night air Some blessèd Hope, whereof he knew And I was unaware. First aired: 17 November 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 T Hardy read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-10-20T00_21_34-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-20T00_21_34-07_00 Mon, 20 Oct 2008 07:21:34 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-20T00_21_34-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,edgar,poe,annabel,lee 120 false EA Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the wingèd seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me; Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. First aired: 16 November 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 EA Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-10-19T06_55_50-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-19T06_55_50-07_00 Sun, 19 Oct 2008 13:55:50 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-19T06_55_50-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poem,poems,poetry,stephen,crane,black,world 120 false S Crane read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- I Stood Musing in a Black World by Stephen Crane (1871 – 1900) I stood musing in a black world, Not knowing where to direct my feet. And I saw the quick stream of men Pouring ceaselessly, Filled with eager faces, A torrent of desire. I called to them, "Where do you go? What do you see?" A thousand voices called to me. A thousand fingers pointed. "Look! look! There!" I know not of it. But, lo! In the far sky shone a radiance Ineffable, divine -- A vision painted upon a pall; And sometimes it was, And sometimes it was not. I hesitated. Then from the stream Came roaring voices, Impatient: "Look! look! There!" So again I saw, And leaped, unhesitant, And struggled and fumed With outspread clutching fingers. The hard hills tore my flesh; The ways bit my feet. At last I looked again. No radiance in the far sky, Ineffable, divine; No vision painted upon a pall; And always my eyes ached for the light. Then I cried in despair, "I see nothing! Oh, where do I go?" The torrent turned again its faces: "Look! look! There!" And at the blindness of my spirit They screamed, "Fool! fool! fool!" First aired: 15 November 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 S Crane read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-10-18T09_35_39-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-18T09_35_39-07_00 Sat, 18 Oct 2008 16:35:39 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-18T09_35_39-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,ella,wheeler,wilcox,love 89 false EW Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- I Love You by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 – 1919) I love your lips when they're wet with wine And red with a wild desire; I love your eyes when the lovelight lies Lit with a passionate fire. I love your arms when the warm white flesh Touches mine in a fond embrace; I love your hair when the strands enmesh Your kisses against my face. Not for me the cold calm kiss Of a virgin's bloodless love; Not for me the saint's white bliss, Nor the heart of a spotless dove. But give me the love that so freely gives And laughs at the whole world's blame, With your body so young and warm in my arms, It sets my poor heart aflame. So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth, Still fragrant with ruby wine, And say with a fervour born of the South That your body and soul are mine. Clasp me close in your warm young arms, While the pale stars shine above, And we'll live our whole young lives away In the joys of a living love. First aired: 14 November 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 EW Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-10-11T01_59_49-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-11T01_59_49-07_00 Sat, 11 Oct 2008 08:59:49 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-11T01_59_49-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,bronte,emily,last,lines 139 false E Bronte read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Last Lines by Emily Bronte (1818 – 1848) No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven’s glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity! Life—that in me has rest, As I—undying Life—have power in Thee! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts: unutterably vain; Worthless as wither’d weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main, To waken doubt in one Holding so fast by Thine infinity; So surely anchor’d on The steadfast rock of immortality. With wide-embracing love Thy Spirit animates eternal years, Pervades and broods above, Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears. Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes cease to be, And Thou were left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee. There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou—Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed. First aired: 12 November 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 E Bronte read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-10-08T14_18_16-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-08T14_18_16-07_00 Wed, 08 Oct 2008 21:18:16 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-08T14_18_16-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,kipling,listening,literature,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,rudyard,copybook 230 false R Kipling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Gods of the Copybook Headings by Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place. Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all. We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn: But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind, So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind. We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace, Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place, But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome. With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch, They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch; They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings; So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things. When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace. They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease. But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know." On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life (Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife) Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death." In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all, By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul; But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die." Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more. As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man There are only four things certain since Social Progress began. That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire, And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire; And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins, As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will bum, The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return. First aired: 14 March 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 R Kipling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-10-06T01_46_11-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-06T01_46_11-07_00 Mon, 06 Oct 2008 08:46:11 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-06T01_46_11-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,literature,poetry,poem,reading,recital,thomas,moore,endearing,charms 83 false T Moore read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms by Thomas Moore (1779 – 1852) Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Live fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear, That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known, To which time will but make thee more dear! No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets The same look which she turned when he rose! First aired: 1 November 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 T Moore read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-10-03T23_28_15-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-03T23_28_15-07_00 Sat, 04 Oct 2008 06:28:15 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-03T23_28_15-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,literature,poetry,poem,reading,recital,longfellow,henry,wadsworth,nature 75 false HW Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Nature by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) As a fond mother, when the day is o’er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor, Still gazing at them through the open door, Nor wholly reassured and comforted By promises of others in their stead, Which, though more splendid, may not please him more; So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, Being too full of sleep to understand How far the unknown transcends the what we know. First aired: 30 October 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 HW Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-10-03T00_51_17-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-03T00_51_17-07_00 Fri, 03 Oct 2008 07:51:17 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-03T00_51_17-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,william,thackeray,persicos,odi 57 false WM Thackeray read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Persicos Odi by William Makepeace Thackeray (1811 – 1863) Dear Lucy, you know what my wish is,- I hate all your Frenchified fuss: Your silly entrées and made dishes Were never intended for us. No footman in lace and in ruffles Need dangle behind my arm-chair; And never mind seeking for truffles, Although they be ever so rare. But a plain leg of mutton, my Lucy, I prithee get ready at three: Have it smoking, and tender, and juicy, And what better meat can there be? And when it has feasted the master, 'Twill amply suffice for the maid; Meanwhile I will smoke my canaster, And tipple my ale in the shade. First aired: 3 October 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 WM Thackeray read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-10-02T03_22_56-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-02T03_22_56-07_00 Thu, 02 Oct 2008 10:22:56 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-02T03_22_56-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,lyre,supplication,abraham,cowley 108 false A Cowley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- A Supplication by Abraham Cowley (1618 – 1667) Awake, awake, my lyre, And tell thy silent master's humble tale In sounds that may prevail, Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire, Though so exalted she And I so lowly be, Tell her, such different notes make all thy harmony. Hark, how the strings awake, And though the moving hand approach not near, Themselves with awful fear A kind of numerous trembling make. Now all thy forces try, Now all thy charms apply, Revenge upon her ear the conquests of her eye. Weak lyre! thy virtue sure Is useless here, since thou art only found To cure but not to wound, And she to wound but not to cure. Too weak, too, wilt thou prove My passion to remove; Physic to other ills, thou'rt nourishment to love. Sleep, sleep again, my lyre, For thou canst never tell my humble tale In sounds that will prevail, Nor gentle thoughts in her inspire; All thy vain mirth lay by, Bid thy strings silent lie; Sleep, sleep again, my lyre, and let thy master die. First aired: 2 October 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 A Cowley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-10-01T05_35_00-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-01T05_35_00-07_00 Wed, 01 Oct 2008 12:35:00 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-10-01T05_35_00-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,maud,alfred,lord,tennyson 51 false A Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- from Maud by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892) O let the solid ground Not fail beneath my feet Before my life has found What some have found so sweet! Then let come what come may, What matter if I go mad, I shall have had my day. Let the sweet heavens endure, Not close and darken above me Before I am quite quite sure That there is one to love me! Then let come what come may To a life that has been so sad, I shall have had my day. First aired: 1 October 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 A Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-09-29T10_04_35-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-29T10_04_35-07_00 Mon, 29 Sep 2008 17:04:35 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-29T10_04_35-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,profaned,shelley,percy,word 65 false PB Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- One Word is too Often Profaned by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 – 1822) One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdain'd For thee to disdain it. One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love; But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not: The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow? First aired: 29 October 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 PB Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-09-27T14_42_36-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-27T14_42_36-07_00 Sat, 27 Sep 2008 21:42:36 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-27T14_42_36-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,literature,poetry,poem,reading,recital,christina,rossetti,remember,past 72 false CG Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Remember by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 – 1894) Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann'd: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad. First aired: 26 October 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 CG Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-09-26T07_12_51-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-26T07_12_51-07_00 Fri, 26 Sep 2008 14:12:51 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-26T07_12_51-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,william,blake,cradle,song 65 false W Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- A Cradle Song by William Blake(1757 – 1827) Sleep, sleep, beauty bright, Dreaming in the joys of night; Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep. Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles. As thy softest limbs I feel, Smiles as of the morning steal O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast Where thy little heart doth rest. O the cunning wiles that creep In thy little heart asleep! When thy little heart doth wake, Then the dreadful light shall break. First aired: 26 September 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 W Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-09-24T09_19_20-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-24T09_19_20-07_00 Wed, 24 Sep 2008 16:19:20 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-24T09_19_20-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,tennyson,summer,night,lord 82 false A Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Summer Night by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892) Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The firefly wakens: waken thou with me. Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake: So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me. First aired: 24 October 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 A Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-09-22T01_05_41-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-22T01_05_41-07_00 Mon, 22 Sep 2008 08:05:41 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-22T01_05_41-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,emerson,ralph,good-bye,cruel 125 false RW Emerson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Good-bye by Ralph Waldo Emerson, (1803 – 1882) Good-bye, proud world! I’m going home: Thou art not my friend, and I’m not thine. Long through thy weary crowds I roam; A river-ark on the ocean brine, Long I’ve been tossed like the driven foam; But now, proud world! I’m going home. Good-bye to Flattery’s fawning face; To Grandeur with his wise grimace; To upstart Wealth’s averted eye; To supple Office, low and high; To crowded halls, to court and street; To frozen hearts and hasting feet; To those who go, and those who come; Good-bye, proud would! I’m going home. I am going to my own hearth-stone, Bosomed in yon green hills alone— A secret nook in a pleasant land, Whose groves the frolic fairies planned; Where arches green, the livelong day, Echo the blackbird’s roundelay, And vulgar feet have never trod A spot that is sacred to thought and God. O, when I am safe in my sylvan home, I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome; And when I am stretched beneath the pines, Where the evening star so holy shines, I laugh at the lore and the pride of man, At the sophist schools and the learned clan; For what are they all, in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet? First aired: 22 October 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 RW Emerson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-09-21T01_01_03-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-21T01_01_03-07_00 Sun, 21 Sep 2008 08:01:03 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-21T01_01_03-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,psalm,wadsworth,longfellow,henry 129 false HW Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!— For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act,—act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. First aired: 18 October 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 HW Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-09-19T14_59_20-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-19T14_59_20-07_00 Fri, 19 Sep 2008 21:59:20 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-19T14_59_20-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,thomas,hood,remember,past 104 false T Hood read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Past and Present by Thomas Hood (1799 – 1845) I remember, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day: But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away. I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups— Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday,— The tree is living yet! I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance; But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy. First aired: 15 October 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 T Hood read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-09-18T06_47_58-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-18T06_47_58-07_00 Thu, 18 Sep 2008 13:47:58 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-18T06_47_58-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,edward,thomas,after,rain 94 false E Thomas read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- After Rain by Edward Thomas (1878 – 1917) The rain of a night and a day and a night Stops at the light Of this pale choked day. The peering sun Sees what has been done. The road under the trees has a border new of purple hue Inside the border of bright thin grass: For all that has Been left by November of leaves is torn From hazel and thorn And the greater trees. Throughout the copse No dead leaf drops On grey grass, green moss, burnt-orange fern, At the wind's return: The leaflets out of the ash-tree shed Are thinly spread In the road, like little black fish, inlaid, As if they played. What hangs from the myriad branches down there So hard and bare Is twelve yellow apples lovely to see On one crab-tree. And on each twig of every tree in the dell Uncountable Crystals both dark and bright of the the rain That begins again. First aired: 10 September 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 E Thomas read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-09-15T00_57_22-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-15T00_57_22-07_00 Mon, 15 Sep 2008 07:57:22 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-15T00_57_22-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,keats,human,seasons,nature 71 false J Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Human Seasons by John Keats (1795 – 1821) Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man:— He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span: He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring's honey'd cud of youthful thought he loves To ruminate, and by such dreaming high Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings He furleth close; contented so to look On mists in idleness—to let fair things Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook: He has his Winter too of pale misfeature, Or else he would forego his mortal nature. First aired: 15 October 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-09-12T07_44_43-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-12T07_44_43-07_00 Fri, 12 Sep 2008 14:44:43 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-12T07_44_43-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,whitman,walt,lincoln,lilacs,yard 1161 false W Whitman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) This reading lasts some 20 minutes. 1 When lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d, And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night, I mourn’d—and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring. O ever-returning spring! trinity sure to me you bring; Lilac blooming perennial, and drooping star in the west, And thought of him I love. 2 O powerful, western, fallen star! O shades of night! O moody, tearful night! O great star disappear’d! O the black murk that hides the star! O cruel hands that hold me powerless! O helpless soul of me! O harsh surrounding cloud, that will not free my soul! 3 In the door-yard fronting an old farm-house, near the white-wash’d palings, Stands the lilac bush, tall-growing, with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, With many a pointed blossom, rising, delicate, with the perfume strong I love, With every leaf a miracle......and from this bush in the door-yard, With delicate-color’d blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green, A sprig, with its flower, I break. 4 In the swamp, in secluded recesses, A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song. Solitary, the thrush, The hermit, withdrawn to himself, avoiding the settlements, Sings by himself a song. Song of the bleeding throat! Death’s outlet song of life—(for well, dear brother, I know If thou wast not gifted to sing, thou would’st surely die.) 5 Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities, Amid lanes, and through old woods, (where lately the violets peep’d from the ground, spotting the gray debris;) Amid the grass in the fields each side of the lanes—passing the endless grass; Passing the yellow-spear’d wheat, every grain from its shroud in the dark-brown fields uprising; Passing the apple-tree blows of white and pink in the orchards; Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave, Night and day journeys a coffin. 6 Coffin that passes through lanes and streets, Through day and night, with the great cloud darkening the land, With the pomp of the inloop’d flags, with the cities draped in black, With the show of the States themselves, as of crape-veil’d women, standing, With processions long and winding, and the flambeaus of the night, With the countless torches lit—with the silent sea of faces, and the unbared heads, With the waiting depot, the arriving coffin, and the sombre faces, With dirges through the night, with the thousand voices rising strong and solemn; With all the mournful voices of the dirges, pour’d around the coffin, (continued) W Whitman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-09-10T04_55_23-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-10T04_55_23-07_00 Wed, 10 Sep 2008 11:55:23 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-10T04_55_23-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,christina,rossetti,love,somewhere 62 false CG Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Somewhere or other by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 – 1894) Somewhere or other there must surely be The face not seen, the voice not heard, The heart that not yet—never yet—ah me! Made answer to my word. Somewhere or other, may be near or far; Past land and sea, clean out of sight; Beyond the wandering moon, beyond the star That tracks her night by night. Somewhere or other, may be far or near; With just a wall, a hedge, between; With just the last leaves of the dying year Fallen on a turf grown green. First aired: 10 September 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 CG Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-09-09T05_50_48-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-09T05_50_48-07_00 Tue, 09 Sep 2008 12:50:48 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-09T05_50_48-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,literature,poetry,poem,reading,recital,world,henry,vaughan,darkness 223 false H Vaughan read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The World by Henry Vaughan (1621 – 1895) I saw Eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright ; And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years Driv'n by the spheres Like a vast shadow mov'd ; in which the world And all her train were hurl'd. The doting lover in his quaintest strain Did there complain ; Near him, his lute, his fancy, and his flights, Wit's sour delights ; With gloves, and knots, the silly snares of pleasure, Yet his dear treasure, All scatter'd lay, while he his eyes did pour Upon a flow'r. 2. The darksome statesman, hung with weights and woe, Like a thick midnight-fog, mov'd there so slow, He did nor stay, nor go ; Condemning thoughts—like sad eclipses—scowl Upon his soul, And clouds of crying witnesses without Pursued him with one shout. Yet digg'd the mole, and lest his ways be found, Work'd under ground, Where he did clutch his prey ; but one did see That policy : Churches and altars fed him ; perjuries Were gnats and flies ; It rain'd about him blood and tears, but he Drank them as free. 3. The fearful miser on a heap of rust Sate pining all his life there, did scarce trust His own hands with the dust, Yet would not place one piece above, but lives In fear of thieves. Thousands there were as frantic as himself, And hugg'd each one his pelf ;* The downright epicure plac'd heav'n in sense, And scorn'd pretence ; While others, slipp'd into a wide excess Said little less ; The weaker sort slight, trivial wares enslave, Who think them brave ; And poor, despisèd Truth sate counting by Their victory. 4. Yet some, who all this while did weep and sing, And sing, and weep, soar'd up into the ring ; But most would use no wing. O fools—said I—thus to prefer dark night Before true light ! To live in grots and caves, and hate the day Because it shows the way ; The way, which from this dead and dark abode Leads up to God ; A way where you might tread the sun, and be More bright than he ! But as I did their madness so discuss, One whisper'd thus, “This ring the Bridegroom did for none provide, But for His bride.” First aired: 9 September, 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 H Vaughan read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetry... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-09-06T00_38_35-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-06T00_38_35-07_00 Sat, 06 Sep 2008 07:38:35 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-06T00_38_35-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,literature,poetry,poem,reading,recital,clare,john,what,life 115 false J Clare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- What is Life? by John Clare (1793 – 1864) And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling, still-repeated dream. Its length? A minute's pause, a moment's thought. And Happiness? A bubble on the stream, That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought. And what is Hope? The puffing gale of morn, That of its charms divests the dewy lawn, And robs each flow'ret of its gem -and dies; A cobweb, hiding disappointment's thorn, Which stings more keenly through the thin disguise. And what is Death? Is still the cause unfound? That dark mysterious name of horrid sound? A long and lingering sleep the weary crave. And Peace? Where can its happiness abound? Nowhere at all, save heaven and the grave. Then what is Life? When stripped of its disguise, A thing to be desired it cannot be; Since everything that meets our foolish eyes Gives proof sufficient of its vanity. 'Tis but a trial all must undergo, To teach unthankful mortals how to prize That happiness vain man's denied to know, Until he's called to claim it in the skies. Comments For more information on this unjustly neglected 19th Century poet, visit http://www.johnclare.org.uk/ First aired: 10 October, 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J Clare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-09-05T02_14_44-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-05T02_14_44-07_00 Fri, 05 Sep 2008 09:14:44 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-05T02_14_44-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,oscar,wilde,harlots,house 128 false O Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Harlot’s House by Oscar Wilde (1854 – 1900) We caught the tread of dancing feet, We loitered down the moonlit street, And stopped beneath the harlot's house. Inside, above the din and fray, We heard the loud musicians play The "Treues Liebes Herz" of Strauss. Like strange mechanical grotesques, Making fantastic arabesques, The shadows raced across the blind. We watched the ghostly dancers spin To sound of horn and violin, Like black leaves wheeling in the wind. Like wire-pulled automatons, Slim silhouetted skeletons Went sidling through the slow quadrille. They took each other by the hand, And danced a stately saraband; Their laughter echoed thin and shrill. Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed A phantom lover to her breast, Sometimes they seemed to try to sing. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 O Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-09-02T00_26_48-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-02T00_26_48-07_00 Tue, 02 Sep 2008 07:26:48 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-09-02T00_26_48-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,ben,johnson,celia 65 false B Johnson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- To Celia by Ben Johnson (1572 – 1637) Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not wither'd be. But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee! First aired: 08 October, 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 B Johnson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-31T00_34_23-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-31T00_34_23-07_00 Sun, 31 Aug 2008 07:34:23 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-31T00_34_23-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,literature,poetry,poem,reading,recital,wilcox,solitude,ella 93 false EW Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 – 1919) Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air. The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go. They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all. There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life's gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasure For a long and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain. First aired: 03 October, 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 EW Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-30T01_19_38-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-30T01_19_38-07_00 Sat, 30 Aug 2008 08:19:38 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-30T01_19_38-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,literature,poetry,poem,reading,recital,binsey,hopkins,gerard,poplars 123 false GM Hopkins read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Binsey Poplars felled 1879 by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844 – 1889) My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled, Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun, All felled, felled, are all felled; Of a fresh and following folded rank Not spared, not one That dandled a sandalled Shadow that swam or sank On meadow and river and wind-wandering weed-winding bank. O if we but knew what we do When we delve or hew— Hack and rack the growing green! Since country is so tender To touch, her being só slender, That, like this sleek and seeing ball But a prick will make no eye at all, Where we, even where we mean To mend her we end her, When we hew or delve: After-comers cannot guess the beauty been. Ten or twelve, only ten or twelve Strokes of havoc únselve The sweet especial scene, Rural scene, a rural scene, Sweet especial rural scene. First aired: 03 October, 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 GM Hopkins read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-29T02_39_11-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-29T02_39_11-07_00 Fri, 29 Aug 2008 09:39:11 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-29T02_39_11-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,keats,darien,homer 73 false J Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- On first looking into Chapman’s Homer by John Keats (1795 – 1821) Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He star’d at the Pacific—and all his men Look’d at each other with a wild surmise— Silent, upon a peak in Darien. First aired: 02 October, 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Givi... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-28T00_06_16-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-28T00_06_16-07_00 Thu, 28 Aug 2008 07:06:16 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-28T00_06_16-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,roman,villa,coleridge,mary,freiburg 72 false M Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Where a Roman Villa Stood, Above Freiburg by Mary E. Coleridge (1861 – 1907) On alien ground, breathing an alien air, A Roman stood, far from his ancient home, And gazing, murmured, "Ah, the hills are fair,
But not the hills of Rome!" Descendant of a race to Romans-kin, Where the old son of Empire stood, I stand. The self-same rocks fold the same valley in, Untouched of human hand. Over another shines the self-same star, Another heart with nameless longing fills, Crying aloud, "How beautiful they are, But not our English hills!" First aired: 27 September 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 M Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-26T23_53_41-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-26T23_53_41-07_00 Wed, 27 Aug 2008 06:53:41 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-26T23_53_41-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,james,flecker,sentimentalist,memory,love 88 false JE Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Sentimentalist by James Elroy Flecker (1884 – 1915) There lies a photograph of you Deep in a box of broken things. This was the face I loved and knew Five years ago, when life had wings; Five years ago, when through a town Of bright and soft and shadowy bowers We walked and talked and trailed our gown Regardless of the cinctured hours. The precepts that we held I kept; Proudly my ways with you I went: We lived our dreams while others slept, And did not shrink from sentiment. Now I go East and you stay West And when between us Europe lies I shall forget what I loved best Away from lips and hands and eyes. But we were Gods then: we were they Who laughed at fools, believed in friends, And drank to all that golden day Before us, which this poem ends. First aired: 22 August 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 JE Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-26T00_16_49-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-26T00_16_49-07_00 Tue, 26 Aug 2008 07:16:49 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-26T00_16_49-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,gould,oxford 78 false G Gould read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Oxford by Gerald Gould (1885 – 1936) I came to Oxford in the light Of a spring-coloured afternoon; Some clouds were grey and some were white, And all were blown to such a tune Of quiet rapture in the sky, I laughed to see them laughing by. I had been dreaming in the train With thoughts at random from my book; I looked, and read, and looked again, And suddenly to greet my look Oxford shone up with every tower Aspiring sweetly like a flower. Home turn the feet of men that seek, And home the hearts of children turn, And none can teach the hour to speak What every hour is free to learn; And all discover, late or soon, Their golden Oxford afternoon. First aired: 1 October 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 G Gould read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-25T00_10_51-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-25T00_10_51-07_00 Mon, 25 Aug 2008 07:10:51 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-25T00_10_51-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,dearest,john,love,think 83 false Sir John Suckling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- When, Dearest, I but think of Thee by Sir John Suckling (1609 – 1642) When, dearest, I but think of thee, Methinks all things that lovely be Are present, and my soul delighted: For beauties that from worth arise Are like the grace of deities, Still present with us, tho' unsighted. Thus while I sit and sigh the day With all his borrow'd lights away, Till night's black wings do overtake me, Thinking on thee, thy beauties then, As sudden lights do sleepy men, So they by their bright rays awake me. Thus absence dies, and dying proves No absence can subsist with loves That do partake of fair perfection: Since in the darkest night they may By love's quick motion find a way To see each other by reflection. The waving sea can with each flood Bathe some high promont that hath stood Far from the main up in the river: O think not then but love can do As much! for that 's an ocean too, Which flows not every day, but ever! First aired: 20 August 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 Sir John Suckling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voi... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-24T00_19_56-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-24T00_19_56-07_00 Sun, 24 Aug 2008 07:19:56 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-24T00_19_56-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,pope,christian,death,dying,soul 76 false A Pope read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Dying Christian to his Soul by Alexander Pope (1688 – 1744) Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister Spirit, come away! What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my soul, can this be death? The world recedes; it disappears! Heav'n opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting? First aired: 19 August 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 A Pope read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-22T14_01_00-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-22T14_01_00-07_00 Fri, 22 Aug 2008 21:01:00 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-22T14_01_00-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,mcray,death,host 64 false J McCrae read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Mine Host by John McCrae (1872 – 1918) There stands a hostel by a travelled way; Life is the road and Death the worthy host; Each guest he greets, nor ever lacks to say, "How have ye fared?" They answer him, the most, "This lodging place is other than we sought; We had intended farther, but the gloom Came on apace, and found us ere we thought: Yet will we lodge. Thou hast abundant room." Within sit haggard men that speak no word, No fire gleams their cheerful welcome shed; No voice of fellowship or strife is heard But silence of a multitude of dead. "Naught can I offer ye," quoth Death, "but rest!" And to his chamber leads each tired guest. First aired: 18 August 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J McCrae read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-20T04_00_41-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-20T04_00_41-07_00 Wed, 20 Aug 2008 11:00:41 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-20T04_00_41-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,william,browne,memory,brown 71 false W Browne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Memory by William Browne (1588 – 1643) So shuts the marigold her leaves At the departure of the sun; So from the honeysuckle sheaves The bee goes when the day is done; So sits the turtle when she is but one, And so all woe, as I since she is gone. To some few birds kind Nature hath Made all the summer as one day: Which once enjoy'd, cold winter's wrath As night they sleeping pass away. Those happy creatures are, that know not yet The pain to be deprived or to forget. I oft have heard men say there be Some that with confidence profess The helpful Art of Memory: But could they teach Forgetfulness, I'd learn; and try what further art could do To make me love her and forget her too. First aired: 16 August 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 W Browne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-19T00_56_25-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-19T00_56_25-07_00 Tue, 19 Aug 2008 07:56:25 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-19T00_56_25-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,patriotic,freedom,wilde,oscar 60 false O Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Quantum Mutata by Oscar Wilde (1854 – 1900) There was a time in Europe long ago When no man died for freedom anywhere, But England's lion leaping from its lair Laid hands on the oppressor! it was so While England could a great Republic show. Witness the men of Piedmont, chiefest care Of Cromwell, when with impotent despair The Pontiff in his painted portico Trembled before our stern ambassadors. How comes it then that from such high estate We have thus fallen, save that Luxury With barren merchandise piles up the gate Where noble thoughts and deeds should enter by: Else might we still be Milton's heritors. First aired: 15 August 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 O Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-17T23_37_05-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-17T23_37_05-07_00 Mon, 18 Aug 2008 06:37:05 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-17T23_37_05-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,death,dickinson,emily 84 false E Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886) Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school where children played At wrestling in a ring; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then ’t is centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses’ heads Were toward eternity.   First aired: 23 September 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 E Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-17T03_32_03-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-17T03_32_03-07_00 Sun, 17 Aug 2008 10:32:03 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-17T03_32_03-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,desideria,loss,wordsworth,death 68 false W Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Desideria by William Wordsworth (1780 – 1850) Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport—O! with whom But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb, That spot which no vicissitude can find? Love, faithful love, recall’d thee to my mind— But how could I forget thee? Through what power, Even for the least division of an hour, Have I been so beguiled as to be blind To my most grievous loss?—That thought’s return Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore, Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn, Knowing my heart’s best treasure was no more; That neither present time, nor years unborn Could to my sight that heavenly face restore. First aired: 13 August 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 W Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-15T22_21_58-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-15T22_21_58-07_00 Sat, 16 Aug 2008 05:21:58 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-15T22_21_58-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,herbert,god,discipline,rod 81 false G Herbert read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Discipline by George Herbert (1593 – 1632) Throw away Thy rod, Throw away Thy wrath; O my God, Take the gentle path! For my heart's desire Unto Thine is bent: I aspire To a full consent. Not a word or look I affect to own, But by book, And Thy Book alone. Though I fail, I weep; Though I halt in pace, Yet I creep To the throne of grace. Then let wrath remove; Love will do the deed; For with love Stony hearts will bleed. Love is swift of foot; Love 's a man of war, And can shoot, And can hit from far. Who can 'scape his bow? That which wrought on Thee, Brought Thee low, Needs must work on me. Throw away Thy rod; Though man frailties hath, Thou art God: Throw away Thy wrath! First aired: 12 August 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 G Herbert read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-14T22_35_41-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-14T22_35_41-07_00 Fri, 15 Aug 2008 05:35:41 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-14T22_35_41-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,christina,rossetti,aloof,parting 77 false CG Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Aloof by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 – 1894) The irresponsive silence of the land, The irresponsive sounding of the sea, Speak both one message of one sense to me:— Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand Thou too aloof, bound with the flawless band Of inner solitude; we bind not thee; But who from thy self-chain shall set thee free? What heart shall touch thy heart? What hand thy hand? And I am sometimes proud and sometimes meek, And sometimes I remember days of old When fellowship seem'd not so far to seek, And all the world and I seem'd much less cold, And at the rainbow's foot lay surely gold, And hope felt strong, and life itself not weak. First aired: 11 August 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 CG Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-13T18_20_39-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-13T18_20_39-07_00 Thu, 14 Aug 2008 01:20:39 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-13T18_20_39-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,browning,night,meeting,parting 87 false R Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Meeting at Night by Robert Browning (1812 – 1889) The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i' the slushy sand. Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach; Three fields to cross till a farm appears; A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch And blue spurt of a lighted match, And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears, Than the two hearts beating each to each! Parting at Morning by Robert Browning (1812 – 1889) Round the cape of a sudden came the sea, And the sun look'd over the mountain's rim: And straight was a path of gold for him, And the need of a world of men for me. First aired: 25 September 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 R Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-12T21_53_07-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-12T21_53_07-07_00 Wed, 13 Aug 2008 04:53:07 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-12T21_53_07-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,hate,shakespeare,sonnet,10 65 false W Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Sonnet 10 by William Shakespeare(1564 – 1616) Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now: Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after loss: Ah! do not, when my heart hath ’scaped this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquer’d woe; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purposed overthrow. If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, When other petty griefs have done their spite, But in the onset come: so shall I taste At first the very worst of fortune’s might; And other strains of woe, which now seem woe, Compared with loss of thee will not seem so! First aired: 9 August For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 W Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-12T04_04_23-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-12T04_04_23-07_00 Tue, 12 Aug 2008 11:04:23 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-12T04_04_23-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,love,silence,thomas,hood,sonnet 76 false T Hood read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Silence by Thomas Hood (1798 – 1845) There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave—under the deep, deep sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound; No voice is hush'd—no life treads silently, But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free, That never spoke, over the idle ground: But in green ruins, in the desolate walls Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, Though the dun fox or wild hyaena calls, And owls, that flit continually between, Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan— There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone. First aired: 8 August 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 T Hood read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-10T22_53_58-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-10T22_53_58-07_00 Mon, 11 Aug 2008 05:53:58 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-10T22_53_58-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,marlowe,shepherd,love,passionate 111 false C Marlowe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe (1564 – 1593) Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. There will I make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair linèd slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love. Thy silver dishes for thy meat As precious as the gods do eat, Shall on an ivory table be Prepared each day for thee and me. The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May-morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my Love. First aired: 20 September 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 C Marlowe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-09T22_30_58-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-09T22_30_58-07_00 Sun, 10 Aug 2008 05:30:58 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-09T22_30_58-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,shelley,night,mystical 109 false PB Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Night by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 – 1822) Swiftly walk o'er the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave,— Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear Which make thee terrible and dear,— Swift be thy flight! Wrap thy form in a mantle grey, Star-inwrought! Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; Kiss her until she be wearied out. Then wander o'er city and sea and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand— Come, long-sought! When I arose and saw the dawn, I sigh'd for thee; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turn'd to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sigh'd for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, 'Wouldst thou me?' Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmur'd like a noontide bee, 'Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me?'—And I replied, 'No, not thee!' Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon— Sleep will come when thou art fled. Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon! First aired: 6 August 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 PB Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-09T02_12_18-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-09T02_12_18-07_00 Sat, 09 Aug 2008 09:12:18 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-09T02_12_18-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,william,blake,night,lamb 126 false W Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Night by William Blake (1757 – 1827) The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest. And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night. Farewell, green fields and happy grove, Where flocks have took delight: Where lambs have nibbled, silent move The feet of angels bright; Unseen they pour blessing And joy without ceasing On each bud and blossom, And each sleeping bosom. They look in every thoughtless nest Where birds are cover'd warm; They visit caves of every beast, To keep them all from harm: If they see any weeping That should have been sleeping, They pour sleep on their head, And sit down by their bed. When wolves and tigers howl for prey, They pitying stand and weep, Seeking to drive their thirst away And keep them from the sheep. But, if they rush dreadful, The angels, most heedful, Receive each mild spirit, New worlds to inherit. And there the lion's ruddy eyes Shall flow with tears of gold: And pitying the tender cries, And walking round the fold: Saying, 'Wrath, by His meekness, And, by His health, sickness, Are driven away From our immortal day. 'And now beside thee, bleating lamb, I can lie down and sleep, Or think on Him who bore thy name, Graze after thee, and weep. For, wash'd in life's river, My bright mane for ever Shall shine like the gold As I guard o'er the fold.' First aired: 5 August 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 W Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-07T23_02_46-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-07T23_02_46-07_00 Fri, 08 Aug 2008 06:02:46 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-07T23_02_46-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,joshua,sylvester,ubique,love 62 false J Sylvester read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Ubique by Joshua Sylvester (1561 – 1618) Were I as base as is the lowly plain, And you, my Love, as high as heaven above, Yet should the thoughts of me, your humble swain, Ascend to heaven in honour of my love. Were I as high as heaven above the plain, And you, my Love, as humble and as low As are the deepest bottoms of the main, Wheresoe'er you were, with you my love should go. Were you the earth, dear Love, and I the skies, My love should shine on you like to the Sun, And look upon you with ten thousand eyes, Till heaven wax'd blind, and till the world were done. Wheresoe'er I am,—below, or else above you— Wheresoe'er you are, my heart shall truly love you. First aired: 4 August 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J Sylvester read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-04T11_37_38-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-04T11_37_38-07_00 Mon, 04 Aug 2008 18:37:38 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-04T11_37_38-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,shelley,skylark,blithe,spirit 71 false PB Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- from To a Skylark by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822) Hail to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert— That from heaven or near it Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden light'ning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. First aired: 21 August 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 PB Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-08-02T13_35_32-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-02T13_35_32-07_00 Sat, 02 Aug 2008 20:35:32 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-08-02T13_35_32-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,tennyson,lady,shalott,camelot 480 false Lord Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Lady of Shalott by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892) 1842 edition Part I. On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by To many-tower'd Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott. By the margin, willow-veil'd Slide the heavy barges trail'd By slow horses; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to tower'd Camelot: And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers "'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott." Part II. There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot: There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls, And the red cloaks of market girls, Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad, Goes by to tower'd Camelot; And sometimes thro' the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed; "I am half-sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott. Part III. A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A redcross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle-bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott. All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together, As he rode down to Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light, Moves over still Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-hors(continued) Lord Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-31T23_13_00-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-31T23_13_00-07_00 Fri, 01 Aug 2008 06:13:00 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-31T23_13_00-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,mccrae,eventide,death,evening 85 false J McCrae read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Eventide by John McCrae (1872 – 1918) The day is past and the toilers cease; The land grows dim 'mid the shadows grey, And hearts are glad, for the dark brings peace At the close of day. Each weary toiler, with lingering pace, As he homeward turns, with the long day done, Looks out to the west, with the light on his face Of the setting sun. Yet some see not (with their sin-dimmed eyes) The promise of rest in the fading light; But the clouds loom dark in the angry skies At the fall of night. And some see only a golden sky Where the elms their welcoming arms stretch wide To the calling rooks, as they homeward fly At the eventide. It speaks of peace that comes after strife, Of the rest He sends to the hearts He tried, Of the calm that follows the stormiest life — God's eventide. First aired: 1 August 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J McCrae read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-31T00_03_05-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-31T00_03_05-07_00 Thu, 31 Jul 2008 07:03:05 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-31T00_03_05-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,podcast,drum,scott,war,solider 80 false J Scott read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Drum by John Scott (1731 – 1783) I hate that drum's discordant sound, Parading round, and round, and round: To thoughtless youth it pleasure yields, And lures from cities and from fields, To sell their liberty for charms Of tawdry lace and glitt'ring arms; And when Ambition's voice commands, To fight and fall in foreign lands. I hate that drum's discordant sound, Parading round, and round, and round: To me it talks of ravaged plains, And burning towns and ruin'd swains, And mangled limbs, and dying groans, And widow's tears, and orphans moans, And all that Misery's hand bestows, To fill a catalogue of woes. First aired: 17 September 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J Scott read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-30T01_09_52-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-30T01_09_52-07_00 Wed, 30 Jul 2008 08:09:52 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-30T01_09_52-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,podcast,lear,owl,pussycat,chlidrens 91 false E Lear read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Owl and the Pussycat by Edward Lear (1812 – 1888) The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, 'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are! What a beautiful Pussy you are!' Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl! How charmingly sweet you sing! O let us be married! too long we have tarried: But what shall we do for a ring?' They sailed away, for a year and a day, To the land where the Bong-tree grows And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his nose, His nose, His nose, With a ring at the end of his nose. 'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.' So they took it away, and were married next day By the Turkey who lives on the hill. They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon, The moon, The moon, They danced by the light of the moon. First aired: 30 July 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 E Lear read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-29T00_06_34-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-29T00_06_34-07_00 Tue, 29 Jul 2008 07:06:34 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-29T00_06_34-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,podcast,abraham,owen,war,sacrifice 79 false W Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Parable of the Old Men and the Young by Wilfred Owen (1893 – 1918) So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, And took the fire with him, and a knife. And as they sojourned both of them together, Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father, Behold the preparations, fire and iron, But where the lamb for this burnt-offering? Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps, And builded parapets and trenches there, And stretchèd forth the knife to slay his son. When lo! an angel called him out of heaven, Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad, Neither do anything to him. Behold, A ram caught in a thicket by its horns; Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him. But the old man would not so, but slew his son... First aired: 29 July 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 W Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-28T02_47_48-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-28T02_47_48-07_00 Mon, 28 Jul 2008 09:47:48 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-28T02_47_48-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud nature,classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,podcast,fletcher,loves,emblems 77 false J Fletcher read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Love's Emblems by John Fletcher (1579 – 1625) Now the lusty spring is seen; Golden yellow, gaudy blue, Daintily invite the view: Everywhere on every green Roses blushing as they blow, And enticing men to pull, Lilies whiter than the snow, Woodbines of sweet honey full: All love's emblems, and all cry, 'Ladies, if not pluck'd, we die.' Yet the lusty spring hath stay'd; Blushing red and purest white Daintily to love invite Every woman, every maid: Cherries kissing as they grow, And inviting men to taste, Apples even ripe below, Winding gently to the waist: All love's emblems, and all cry, 'Ladies, if not pluck'd, we die.' First aired: 28 July 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J Fletcher read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-27T05_37_29-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-27T05_37_29-07_00 Sun, 27 Jul 2008 12:37:29 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-27T05_37_29-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,podcast,oscar,wilde,séparation,voice 170 false O Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Her Voice by Oscar Wilde (1854 – 1900) The wild bee reels from bough to bough With his furry coat and his gauzy wing. Now in a lily-cup, and now Setting a jacinth bell a-swing, In his wandering; Sit closer love: it was here I trow I made that vow, Swore that two lives should be like one As long as the sea-gull loved the sea, As long as the sunflower sought the sun, — It shall be, I said, for eternity ’Twixt you and me! Dear friend, those times are over and done, Love’s web is spun. Look upward where the poplar trees Sway and sway in the summer air, Here in the valley never a breeze Scatters the thistledown, but there Great winds blow fair From the mighty murmuring mystical seas, And the wave-lashed leas. Look upward where the white gull screams, What does it see that we do not see? Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams On some outward voyaging argosy, — Ah! can it be We have lived our lives in a land of dreams! How sad it seems. Sweet, there is nothing left to say But this, that love is never lost, Keen winter stabs the breasts of May Whose crimson roses burst his frost, Ships tempest-tossed Will find a harbour in some bay, And so we may. And there is nothing left to do But to kiss once again, and part, Nay, there is nothing we should rue, I have my beauty,—you your Art, Nay, do not start, One world was not enough for two Like me and you. First aired: 14 September 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 O Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryal... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-25T23_11_13-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-25T23_11_13-07_00 Sat, 26 Jul 2008 06:11:13 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-25T23_11_13-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,podcast,bridges,pater,father,son 90 false R Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Pater Filio by Robert Bridges (1844 – 1930) Sense with keenest edge unused, Yet unsteel'd by scathing fire; Lovely feet as yet unbruised On the ways of dark desire; Sweetest hope that lookest smiling O'er the wilderness defiling! Why such beauty, to be blighted By the swarm of foul destruction? Why such innocence delighted, When sin stalks to thy seduction? All the litanies e'er chaunted Shall not keep thy faith undaunted. I have pray'd the sainted Morning To unclasp her hands to hold thee; From resignful Eve's adorning Stol'n a robe of peace to enfold thee; With all charms of man's contriving Arm'd thee for thy lonely striving. Me too once unthinking Nature, —Whence Love's timeless mockery took me,— Fashion'd so divine a creature, Yea, and like a beast forsook me. I forgave, but tell the measure Of her crime in thee, my treasure. First aired: 26 July 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 R Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-25T02_28_06-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-25T02_28_06-07_00 Fri, 25 Jul 2008 09:28:06 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-25T02_28_06-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,lovelace,gratiana,dancing 55 false R Lovelace read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Gratiana Dancing by Richard Lovelace (1618 – 1658) She beat the happy pavement— By such a star made firmament, Which now no more the roof envìes! But swells up high, with Atlas even, Bearing the brighter nobler heaven, And, in her, all the deities. Each step trod out a Lover's thought, And the ambitious hopes he brought Chain'd to her brave feet with such arts, Such sweet command and gentle awe, As, when she ceased, we sighing saw The floor lay paved with broken hearts. First aired: 25 July 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 R Lovelace read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-24T00_52_34-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-24T00_52_34-07_00 Thu, 24 Jul 2008 07:52:34 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-24T00_52_34-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,arnold,dover,beach 165 false T Arnold read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold (1822 – 1888) The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand; Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the A gaean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea. The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night. First aired: 13 September 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 T Arnold read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-23T00_37_31-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-23T00_37_31-07_00 Wed, 23 Jul 2008 07:37:31 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-23T00_37_31-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,george,literature,love,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,recital,wither 115 false G Wither read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Lover’s Resolution by George Wither by George Wither (1588-1667) Shall I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman 's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care 'Cause another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flow'ry meads in May, If she think not well of me, What care I how fair she be? Shall my silly heart be pined 'Cause I see a woman kind? Or a well disposed nature Joined with a lovely feature? Be she meeker, kinder, than Turtle-dove or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be? Shall a woman's virtues move Me to perish for her love? Or her well-deservings known Make me quite forget my own? Be she with that goodness blest Which may merit name of Best, If she be not such to me, What care I how good she be? 'Cause her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the fool and die? She that bears a noble mind, If not outward helps she find, Thinks what with them he would do That without them dares her woo; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair; If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve; If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be? First aired: 23 July 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 G Wither read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-22T03_48_26-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-22T03_48_26-07_00 Tue, 22 Jul 2008 10:48:26 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-22T03_48_26-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,rose,podcast,winter,hood,love 45 false T Hood read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Time of Roses by Thomas Hood (1798 – 1845) It was not in the Winter Our loving lot was cast; It was the time of roses— We pluck'd them as we pass'd! That churlish season never frown'd On early lovers yet: O no—the world was newly crown'd With flowers when first we met! 'Twas twilight, and I bade you go, But still you held me fast; It was the time of roses— We pluck'd them as we pass'd! For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 T Hood read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-21T01_10_22-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-21T01_10_22-07_00 Mon, 21 Jul 2008 08:10:22 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-21T01_10_22-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud podcast,wordsworth,sonnet,scorn,classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital 68 false W Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Scorn not the Sonnet by William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850) Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camöens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and, when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains--alas, too few! For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 W Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-20T00_41_15-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-20T00_41_15-07_00 Sun, 20 Jul 2008 07:41:15 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-20T00_41_15-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,literature,poetry,poems,poem,reading,recital,podcast,william,blake,london 72 false W Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- London by William Blake (1757 – 1827) I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infants cry of fear, In every voice: in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear How the Chimney-sweepers cry Every blackning Church appalls, And the hapless Soldiers sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls. But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlots curse Blasts the new-born Infants tear, And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 W Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-18T23_40_52-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-18T23_40_52-07_00 Sat, 19 Jul 2008 06:40:52 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-18T23_40_52-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,literature,poetry,poems,poem,reading,recital,podcast,oscar,wilde,miniato 61 false O Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- San Miniato by Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900) See, I have climbed the mountain side Up to this holy house of God, Where once that Angel-Painter trod Who saw the heavens opened wide, And throned upon the crescent moon The Virginal white Queen of Grace, - Mary! could I but see thy face Death could not come at all too soon. O crowned by God with thorns and pain! Mother of Christ! O mystic wife! My heart is weary of this life And over-sad to sing again. O crowned by God with love and flame! O crowned by Christ the Holy One! O listen ere the searching sun Show to the world my sin and shame. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 O Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Givi... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-18T02_02_56-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-18T02_02_56-07_00 Fri, 18 Jul 2008 09:02:56 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-18T02_02_56-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,sara,coleridge,child 76 false S Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Child by Sara Coleridge (1802 – 1850) See yon blithe child that dances in our sight! Can gloomy shadows fall from one so bright? Fond mother, whence these fears? While buoyantly he rushes o'er the lawn, Dream not of clouds to stain his manhood's dawn, Nor dim that sight with tears. No cloud he spies in brightly glowing hours, But feels as if the newly vested bowers For him could never fade: Too well we know that vernal pleasures fleet, But having him, so gladsome, fair, and sweet, Our loss is overpaid. Amid the balmiest flowers that earth can give Some bitter drops distil, and all that live A mingled portion share; But, while he learns these truths which we lament, Such fortitude as ours will sure be sent, Such solace to his care. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 S Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-17T01_55_46-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-17T01_55_46-07_00 Thu, 17 Jul 2008 08:55:46 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-17T01_55_46-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,owen,anthem,war 87 false W Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Anthem for Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen (1893 – 1918) What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, – The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds. First aired: 6 September 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 W Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Givin... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-16T00_57_33-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-16T00_57_33-07_00 Wed, 16 Jul 2008 07:57:33 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-16T00_57_33-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,marvell,garden,war 97 false A Marvell read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- A Garden: Written after the Civil Wars by Andrew Marvell (1621 – 1678) See how the flowers, as at parade, Under their colours stand display'd: Each regiment in order grows, That of the tulip, pink, and rose. But when the vigilant patrol Of stars walks round about the pole, Their leaves, that to the stalks are curl'd, Seem to their staves the ensigns furl'd. Then in some flower's beloved hut Each bee, as sentinel, is shut, And sleeps so too; but if once stirr'd, She runs you through, nor asks the word. O thou, that dear and happy Isle, The garden of the world erewhile, Thou Paradise of the four seas Which Heaven planted us to please, But, to exclude the world, did guard With wat'ry if not flaming sword; What luckless apple did we taste To make us mortal and thee waste! Unhappy! shall we never more That sweet militia restore, When gardens only had their towers, And all the garrisons were flowers; When roses only arms might bear, And men did rosy garlands wear? For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 A Marvell read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-15T01_49_14-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-15T01_49_14-07_00 Tue, 15 Jul 2008 08:49:14 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-15T01_49_14-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,coventry,patmore,toys 124 false C Patmore read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Toys by Coventry Patmore (1823 – 1896) My little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise, Having my law the seventh time disobey'd, I struck him, and dismiss'd With hard words and unkiss'd, — His Mother, who was patient, being dead. Then, fearing lest his grief should hinder sleep, I visited his bed, But found him slumbering deep, With darken'd eyelids, and their lashes yet From his late sobbing wet. And I, with moan, Kissing away his tears, left others of my own; For, on a table drawn beside his head, He had put, within his reach, A box of counters and a red-vein'd stone, A piece of glass abraded by the beach, And six or seven shells, A bottle with bluebells, And two French copper coins, ranged there with careful art, To comfort his sad heart. So when that night I pray'd To God, I wept, and said: Ah, when at last we lie with trancèd breath, Not vexing Thee in death, And Thou rememberest of what toys We made our joys, How weakly understood Thy great commanded good, Then, fatherly not less Than I whom Thou hast moulded from the clay, Thou'lt leave Thy wrath, and say, 'I will be sorry for their childishness.' For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 C Patmore read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetry... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-14T03_04_42-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-14T03_04_42-07_00 Mon, 14 Jul 2008 10:04:42 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-14T03_04_42-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,o’shaughnessy,herodias,arthur 5658 false A. O’Shaughnessy read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- from the Daughter of Herodias by Arthur O’Shaughnessy (1844 – 1881) Her long black hair danced round her like a snake Allured to each charmed movement she did make; Her voice came strangely sweet; She sang: “ O, Herod, wilt thou look on me – Have I no beauty thy heart cares to see ?” And what her voice did sing her dancing feet Seemed ever to repeat. She sang:” O, Herod, wilt thou look on me ? What sweet I have, I have it all for thee”. And through the dance and song She freed and floated on the air her arms Above dim veils that hid her bosom’s charms: The passion of her singing was so strong It drew all hearts along. Her sweet arms were unfolded on the air, They seemed like floating flowers the most fair – White lilies the most choice; And in the gradual bending of her hand There lurked a grace that no man could withstand; Yea, none knew whether hands, or feet, or voice, Most made his heart rejoice. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 A. O’Shaughnessy read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voic... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-13T11_20_55-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-13T11_20_55-07_00 Sun, 13 Jul 2008 18:20:55 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-13T11_20_55-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud 130,classicpoetryaloud,eyes,literature,mistress,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,recital,shakespeare 66 false W Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Sonnet 130 My Mistress' Eyes by William Shakespeare My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak,--yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go, My mistress when she walks, treads on the ground; And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 W Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-12T02_22_13-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-12T02_22_13-07_00 Sat, 12 Jul 2008 09:22:13 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-12T02_22_13-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,longfellow,day,done 131 false HW Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Day is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o’er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life’s endless toil and endeavor; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 HW Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-11T01_38_57-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-11T01_38_57-07_00 Fri, 11 Jul 2008 08:38:57 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-11T01_38_57-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,byron,all,love 88 Lord Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- All for Love by Lord Byron (1788 – 1824) O talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of our glory; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty. What are garlands and crowns to the brow that is wrinkled? 'Tis but as a dead flower with May-dew besprinkled: Then away with all such from the head that is hoary - What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory? O Fame! if I e'er took delight in thy praises, 'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover She thought that I was not unworthy to love her. There chiefly I sought thee, there only I found thee; Her glance was the best of the rays that surround thee; When it sparkled o'er aught that was bright in my story, I knew it was love, and I felt it was glory. First aired: 2 September 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 Lord Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-10T04_25_20-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-10T04_25_20-07_00 Thu, 10 Jul 2008 11:25:20 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-10T04_25_20-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,love,abdelazar,behn 66 A Behn read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Song from Abdelazar by Aphra Behn (1640 - 1689) To celebrate the birthday of Aphra Behn on this day - 10 July - in 1640. Love in fantastic triumph sat, Whilst bleeding hearts around him flow'd, For whom fresh pains he did create, And strange tyrannic power he shew'd; From thy bright eyes he took his fire, Which round about in sport he hurl'd; But 'twas from mine he took desire Enough to undo the amorous world. From me he took his sighs and tears, From thee his pride and cruelty; From me his languishments and fears, And every killing dart from thee; Thus thou and I the God have arm'd, And set him up a Deity; But my poor heart alone is harm'd, Whilst thine the victor is, and free. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 A Behn read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-09T03_57_47-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-09T03_57_47-07_00 Wed, 09 Jul 2008 10:57:47 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-09T03_57_47-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,rupert,brooke,hill 91 R Brooke read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Hill by Rupert Brooke (1887 – 1915) Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. You said, "Through glory and ecstasy we pass; Wind, sun, and earth remain, the birds sing still, When we are old, are old. . . ." "And when we die All's over that is ours; and life burns on Through other lovers, other lips," said I, -- "Heart of my heart, our heaven is now, is won!" "We are Earth's best, that learnt her lesson here. Life is our cry. We have kept the faith!" we said; "We shall go down with unreluctant tread Rose-crowned into the darkness!" . . . Proud we were, And laughed, that had such brave true things to say. -- And then you suddenly cried, and turned away. First aired: 30 July 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 R Brooke read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-08T06_01_45-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-08T06_01_45-07_00 Tue, 08 Jul 2008 13:01:45 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-08T06_01_45-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,shelley,indian,serenade 85 PB Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Indian Serenade by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 – 1822) Read in memory of Percy Bysshe Shelley, who died of drowning, 8th July 1822. I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me—who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream— And the champak's odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must on thine, O belovèd as thou art! O lift me from the grass! I die! I faint! I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas! My heart beats loud and fast: O press it to thine own again, Where it will break at last! For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 PB Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-07T01_30_52-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-07T01_30_52-07_00 Mon, 07 Jul 2008 08:30:52 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-07T01_30_52-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,wordsworth,phantom,deligth 4 W Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- She was a Phantom of Delight by William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850) She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament: Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay. I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin liberty; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller between life and death: The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly plann'd To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 W Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-05T22_50_59-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-05T22_50_59-07_00 Sun, 06 Jul 2008 05:50:59 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-05T22_50_59-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,edward,english,literature,poems,poetry,adelstrop,railways,podcast,thomas 86 false E Thomas read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Adelstrop by Edward Thomas ((1878 – 1917) Yes. I remember Adlestrop — The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June. The steam hissed. Some one cleared his throat. No one left and no one came On the bare platform. What I saw Was Adlestrop — only the name And willows, willow-herb, and grass, And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry, No whit less still and lonely fair Than the high cloudlets in the sky. And for that minute a blackbird sang Close by, and around him, mistier, Farther and farther, all the birds Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire. First aired 9 September 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 E Thomas read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-05T00_02_34-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-05T00_02_34-07_00 Sat, 05 Jul 2008 07:02:34 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-05T00_02_34-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,literature,poetry,william,shakespeare,57,slave,sonnet,poem 66 W Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Sonnet 57 Being your Slave by William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616) Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how happy you make those! So true a fool is love, that in your Will, Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 W Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-03T21_57_55-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-03T21_57_55-07_00 Fri, 04 Jul 2008 04:57:55 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-03T21_57_55-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,suckling,unregarded,love 82 Sir J Suckling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Dost see how unregarded now by Sir John Suckling (1609 – 1642) read to mark the death of Sir John Suckling on 3rd July 1642 Dost see how unregarded now That piece of beauty passes? There was a time when I did vow To that alone; But mark the fate of faces; The red and white works now no more on me Than if it could not charm, or I not see. And yet the face continues good, And I have still desires, Am still the selfsame flesh and blood, As apt to melt And suffer from those fires; Oh some kind pow'r unriddle where it lies, Whether my heart be faulty, or her eyes? She ev'ry day her man does kill, And I as often die; Neither her power then, nor my will Can question'd be. What is the mystery? Sure beauty's empires, like to greater states, Have certain periods set, and hidden fates. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 Sir J Suckling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-03T00_03_22-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-03T00_03_22-07_00 Thu, 03 Jul 2008 07:03:22 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-03T00_03_22-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,sea,tennyson,break 82 A Lord Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Break, Break, Break by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892) Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill: But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. First aired: 28 August 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 A Lord Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-07-01T23_36_19-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-01T23_36_19-07_00 Wed, 02 Jul 2008 06:36:19 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-07-01T23_36_19-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,joseph,white,night 75 JB White read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- To Night by Joseph Blanco White (1775 – 1841) Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came, And lo! Creation widened in man's view. Who could have thought such darkness lay concealed Within thy beams, O Sun! or who could find, Whilst fly and leaf and insect stood revealed, That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind! Why do we then shun death with anxious strife? If Light can thus deceive, wherefore not Life? For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 JB White read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-30T23_06_13-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-30T23_06_13-07_00 Tue, 01 Jul 2008 06:06:13 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-30T23_06_13-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,jabberwocky,lewis,carroll 92 L Carroll read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll (1832 – 1898) ’T was brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!” He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought — So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. “And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” He chortled in his joy. ’T was brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 L Carroll read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-30T00_48_05-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-30T00_48_05-07_00 Mon, 30 Jun 2008 07:48:05 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-30T00_48_05-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,elizabeth,browning,love 75 EB Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- If Thou Must Love Me by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806 – 1861) Sonnets from the Portuguese iv If thou must love me, let it be for naught Except for love's sake only. Do not say, 'I love her for her smile — her look — her way Of speaking gently,— for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day' — For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may Be changed, or change for thee — and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry: A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity. In memory of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, who died this day, 30 June, in 1861. First aired: 12 October 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 EB Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-29T00_48_46-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-29T00_48_46-07_00 Sun, 29 Jun 2008 07:48:46 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-29T00_48_46-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,wordsworth,daffodils 98 W Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Daffodils by William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850) I wander'd lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:— A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company! I gazed, and gazed, but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. First aired: 17 October 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 W Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-28T00_13_56-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-28T00_13_56-07_00 Sat, 28 Jun 2008 07:13:56 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-28T00_13_56-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,dyer,mind,kingdom 173 Sir E Dyer read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- My Mind to Me a Kingdom by Sir Edward Dyer (d. 1607) My mind to me a kingdom is; Such present joys therein I find, That it excels all other bliss That earth affords or grows by kind: Though much I want that most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave. No princely pomp, no wealthy store, No force to win the victory, No wily wit to salve a sore, No shape to feed a loving eye; To none of these I yield as thrall; For why? my mind doth serve for all. I see how plenty surfeits oft, And hasty climbers soon do fall; I see that those which are aloft Mishap doth threaten most of all: They get with toil, they keep with fear: Such cares my mind could never bear. Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring. Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more. They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store; They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I leave; they pine, I live. I laugh not at another’s loss, I grudge not at another’s gain; No worldly waves my mind can toss; My state at one doth still remain: I fear no foe, I fawn no friend; I loathe not life, nor dread my end. Some weigh their pleasure by their lust, Their wisdom by their rage of will; Their treasure is their only trust, A cloakèd craft their store of skill; But all the pleasure that I find Is to maintain a quiet mind. My wealth is health and perfect ease, My conscience clear my chief defence; I neither seek by bribes to please, Nor by deceit to breed offence: Thus do I live; thus will I die; Would all did so as well as I! For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 Sir E Dyer read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-27T01_45_26-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-27T01_45_26-07_00 Fri, 27 Jun 2008 08:45:26 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-27T01_45_26-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,robinson,eros,turannos 148 EA Robinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Eros Turannos by Edwin Arlington Robinson(1869 – 1935) She fears him, and will always ask What fated her to choose him; She meets in his engaging mask All reasons to refuse him; But what she meets and what she fears Are less than are the downward years, Drawn slowly to the foamless weirs Of age, were she to lose him. Between a blurred sagacity That once had power to sound him, And Love, that will not let him be The Judas that she found him, Her pride assuages her almost, As if it were alone the cost.— He sees that he will not be lost, And waits and looks around him. A sense of ocean and old trees Envelops and allures him; Tradition, touching all he sees, Beguiles and reassures him; And all her doubts of what he says Are dimmed with what she knows of days— Till even prejudice delays And fades, and she secures him. The falling leaf inaugurates The reign of her confusion; The pounding wave reverberates The dirge of her illusion; And home, where passion lived and died, Becomes a place where she can hide, While all the town and harbor side Vibrate with her seclusion. We tell you, tapping on our brows, The story as it should be,— As if the story of a house Were told, or ever could be; We’ll have no kindly veil between Her visions and those we have seen,— As if we guessed what hers have been, Or what they are or would be. Meanwhile we do no harm; for they That with a god have striven, Not hearing much of what we say, Take what the god has given; Though like waves breaking it may be, Or like a changed familiar tree, Or like a stairway to the sea Where down the blind are driven. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. EA Robinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-25T22_23_35-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-25T22_23_35-07_00 Thu, 26 Jun 2008 05:23:35 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-25T22_23_35-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,keats,brain 77 J Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be by John Keats (1795 - 1821) When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high pil'ed books, in charact'ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And feel that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour! That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love;—then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think, Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink. First aired: 28 July 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-24T23_10_23-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-24T23_10_23-07_00 Wed, 25 Jun 2008 06:10:23 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-24T23_10_23-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,althea,prison,lovelace 96 R Lovelace read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- To Althea from Prison by Richard Lovelace (1618 – 1657) When Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye, The gods, that wanton in the air, Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes, that tipple in the deep, Know no such liberty. When (like committed linnets) I With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, mercy, majesty, And glories of my king; When I shall voice aloud how good He is, how great should be, Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above, Enjoy such liberty. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 R Lovelace read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-24T01_51_11-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-24T01_51_11-07_00 Tue, 24 Jun 2008 08:51:11 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-24T01_51_11-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,seasonal,clare,summer 83 J Clare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Summer by John Clare(1793 – 1864) Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, For the woods are full of bluebells and the hedges full of bloom, And the crow is on the oak a-building of her nest, And love is burning diamonds in my true lover's breast; She sits beneath the whitethorn a-plaiting of her hair, And I will to my true lover with a fond request repair; I will look upon her face, I will in her beauty rest, And lay my aching weariness upon her lovely breast. The clock-a-clay is creeping on the open bloom of May, The merry bee is trampling the pinky threads all day, And the chaffinch it is brooding on its grey mossy nest In the whitethorn bush where I will lean upon my lover's breast; I'll lean upon her breast and I'll whisper in her ear That I cannot get a wink o'sleep for thinking of my dear; I hunger at my meat and I daily fade away Like the hedge rose that is broken in the heat of the day. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J Clare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-22T23_59_58-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-22T23_59_58-07_00 Mon, 23 Jun 2008 06:59:58 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-22T23_59_58-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud 154 E Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- After Great Pain by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886) After great pain, a formal feeling comes – The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs – The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before? The Feet, mechanical, go round – A Wooden way Of Ground, or Air, or Ought – Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone – This is the Hour of Lead – Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow – First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go – For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 E Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-22T02_01_11-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-22T02_01_11-07_00 Sun, 22 Jun 2008 09:01:11 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-22T02_01_11-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,glass,hardy,literature,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,recital,thomas 40 T Hardy read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- I Look Into My Glass by Thomas Hardy (1840 – 1928) I look into my glass, And view my wasting skin, And say, "Would God it came to pass My heart had shrunk as thin!" For then I, undistrest By hearts grown cold to me, Could lonely wait my endless rest With equanimity. But Time, to make me grieve, Part steals, lets part abide; And shakes this fragile frame at eve With throbbings of noontide. First aired: 15 June 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 T Hardy read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-20T23_18_36-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-20T23_18_36-07_00 Sat, 21 Jun 2008 06:18:36 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-20T23_18_36-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,rubaiyat,khayyam,fitzgerald 173 E FitzGerald read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam translated by by Edward FitzGerald (1809 – 1883) I Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light. II Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry, "Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry." III And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before The Tavern shouted--"Open then the Door! You know how little time we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more." VII Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly--and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing. X With me along some Strip of Herbage strown That just divides the desert from the sown, Where name of Slave and Sultán scarce is known, And pity Sultán Mahmúd on his Throne. XI Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse--and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness-- And Wilderness is Paradise enow. XII "How sweet is mortal Sovranty!"--think some: Others--"How blest the Paradise to come!" Ah, take the Cash in hand and wave the Rest; Oh, the brave Music of a distant Drum! XIII Look to the Rose that blows about us--"Lo, Laughing," she says, "into the World I blow: At once the silken Tassel of my Purse Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw." XIV The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes--or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face Lighting a little Hour or two--is gone. XV And those who husbanded the Golden Grain, And those who flung it to the Winds like Rain, Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd As, buried once, Men want dug up again. XVI Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai Whose Doorways are alternate Night and Day, How Sultán after Sultán with his Pomp Abode his Hour or two, and went his way. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 E FitzGerald read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-20T00_47_21-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-20T00_47_21-07_00 Fri, 20 Jun 2008 07:47:21 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-20T00_47_21-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,moore,rose,summer 66 T Moore read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Last Rose of Summer by Thomas Moore(1779 – 1852) ’Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone; No flower of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, To give sigh for sigh. I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o’er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may I follow, When friendships decay, And from Love’s shining circle The gems drop away. When true hearts lie withered And fond ones are flown, Oh! who would inhabit This bleak world alone? For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 T Moore read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-19T00_45_41-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-19T00_45_41-07_00 Thu, 19 Jun 2008 07:45:41 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-19T00_45_41-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,leigh,hunt,adhem 99 Hunt read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Abou ben Adhem by Leigh Hunt (1784 - 1859) Abou ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw—within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom— An angel, writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, ‘What writest thou?’—The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, ‘The names of those who love the Lord.’ ‘And is mine one?’ said Abou. ‘Nay, not so,’ Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still, and said, ‘I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow men.’ The angel wrote and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, And lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest. First aired: 18 Aug 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2007 Hunt read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-18T00_23_38-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-18T00_23_38-07_00 Wed, 18 Jun 2008 07:23:38 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-18T00_23_38-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,rainy,day 74 Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Rainy Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-16T22_37_02-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-16T22_37_02-07_00 Tue, 17 Jun 2008 05:37:02 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-16T22_37_02-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,opportunity,sill 77 Sill read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Opportunity by Edward Rowland Sill(1841 – 1887) This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream:- There spread a cloud of dust along a plain; And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords Shocked upon swords and shields. A prince's banner Wavered, then staggered backward, hemmed by foes. A craven hung along the battle's edge, And thought, "Had I a sword of keener steel- That blue blade that the king's son bears,-but this Blunt thing-!" he snapt and flung it from his hand, And lowering crept away and left the field. Then came the king's son, wounded, sore bestead, And weaponless, and saw the broken sword, Hilt-buried in the dry and trodden sand, And ran and snatched it, and with battle-shout Lifted afresh he hewed his enemy down, And saved a great cause that heroic day. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 Sill read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-15T11_59_10-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-15T11_59_10-07_00 Sun, 15 Jun 2008 18:59:10 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-15T11_59_10-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud 75 Meredith read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Love’s Grave by George Meredith (1828 – 1909) Mark where the pressing wind shoots javelin-like, Its skeleton shadow on the broad-back'd wave! Here is a fitting spot to dig Love's grave; Here where the ponderous breakers plunge and strike, And dart their hissing tongues high up the sand In hearing of the ocean, and in sight Of those ribb'd wind-streaks running into white. If I the death of Love had deeply plann'd, I never could have made it half so sure, As by the unblest kisses which upbraid The full-waked sense; or failing that, degrade! 'Tis morning: but no morning can restore What we have forfeited. I see no sin: The wrong is mix'd. In tragic life, God wot, No villain need be! Passions spin the plot: We are betray'd by what is false within. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 Meredith read by Classic Poetry Aloud: ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-14T15_08_12-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-14T15_08_12-07_00 Sat, 14 Jun 2008 22:08:12 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-14T15_08_12-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud 61 Bradstreet read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- To My Dear and Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet (1612 – 1672) If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov’d by wife, then thee. If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can. I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that Rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee give recompense. Thy love is such I can no way repay. The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray. Then while we live, in love let’s so persever That when we live no more, we may live ever. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 Bradstreet read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-13T23_08_31-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-13T23_08_31-07_00 Sat, 14 Jun 2008 06:08:31 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-13T23_08_31-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,robert,stevenson,years 97 Stevenson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Now When the Number of My Years by Robert Louis Stevenson(1850 – 1894) Now when the number of my years Is all fulfilled, and I From sedentary life Shall rouse me up to die, Bury me low and let me lie Under the wide and starry sky. Joying to live, I joyed to die, Bury me low and let me lie. Clear was my soul, my deeds were free, Honour was called my name, I fell not back from fear Nor followed after fame. Bury me low and let me lie Under the wide and starry sky. Joying to live, I joyed to die, Bury me low and let me lie. Bury me low in valleys green And where the milder breeze Blows fresh along the stream, Sings roundly in the trees - Bury me low and let me lie Under the wide and starry sky. Joying to live, I joyed to die, Bury me low and let me lie. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 Stevenson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-13T00_56_44-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-13T00_56_44-07_00 Fri, 13 Jun 2008 07:56:44 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-13T00_56_44-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,percy,shelley,england 107 Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- To The Men Of England by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 – 1822) Men of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay ye low? Wherefore weave with toil and care The rich robes your tyrants wear? Wherefore feed and clothe and save, From the cradle to the grave, Those ungrateful drones who would Drain your sweat -- nay, drink your blood? Wherefore, Bees of England, forge Many a weapon, chain, and scourge, That these stingless drones may spoil The forced produce of your toil? Have ye leisure, comfort, calm, Shelter, food, love's gentle balm? Or what is it ye buy so dear With your pain and with your fear? The seed ye sow another reaps; The wealth ye find another keeps; The robes ye weave another wears; The arms ye forge another bears. Sow seed, -- but let no tyrant reap; Find wealth, -- let no imposter heap; Weave robes, -- let not the idle wear; Forge arms, in your defence to bear. Shrink to your cellars, holes, and cells; In halls ye deck another dwells. Why shake the chains ye wrought? Ye see The steel ye tempered glance on ye. With plough and spade and hoe and loom, Trace your grave, and build your tomb, And weave your winding-sheet, till fair England be your sepulchre! For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-12T00_42_17-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-12T00_42_17-07_00 Thu, 12 Jun 2008 07:42:17 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-12T00_42_17-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud 107 Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- To a Poet a Thousand Years Hence by James Elroy Flecker I who am dead a thousand years, And wrote this sweet archaic song, Send you my words for messengers The way I shall not pass along. I care not if you bridge the seas, Or ride secure the cruel sky, Or build consummate palaces Of metal or of masonry. But have you wine and music still, And statues and a bright-eyed love, And foolish thoughts of good and ill, And prayers to them who sit above? How shall we conquer? Like a wind That falls at eve our fancies blow, And old Moeonides the blind Said it three thousand years ago. O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, Read out my words at night, alone: I was a poet, I was young. Since I can never see your face, And never shake you by the hand, I send my soul through time and space To greet you. You will understand. First aired: 30 July 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-11T02_43_00-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-11T02_43_00-07_00 Wed, 11 Jun 2008 09:43:00 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-11T02_43_00-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,walter,raleigh,nature 122 Raleigh read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Nature That Washed Her Hands in Milk by Sir Walter Raleigh (1552 – 1618) Nature, that washed her hands in milk, And had forgot to dry them, Instead of earth took snow and silk, At love's request to try them, If she a mistress could compose To please love's fancy out of those. Her eyes he would should be of light, A violet breath, and lips of jelly; Her hair not black, nor over bright, And of the softest down her belly; As for her inside he 'ld have it Only of wantonness and wit. At love's entreaty such a one Nature made, but with her beauty She hath framed a heart of stone; So as love, by ill destiny, Must die for her whom nature gave him, Because her darling would not save him. But time (which nature doth despise And rudely gives her love the lie, Makes hope a fool, and sorrow wise) His hands do neither wash nor dry; But being made of steel and rust, Turns snow and silk and milk to dust. The light, the belly, lips, and breath, He dims, discolors, and destroys; With those he feeds but fills not death, Which sometimes were the food of joys. Yea, time doth dull each lively wit, And dries all wantonness with it. Oh, cruel time! which takes in trust Our youth, or joys, and all we have, And pays us but with age and dust; Who in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered all our ways Shuts up the story of our days. (continued) Raleigh read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-09T22_11_03-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-09T22_11_03-07_00 Tue, 10 Jun 2008 05:11:03 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-09T22_11_03-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,james,russell,lowell 47 false Lowell read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- We Will Speak Out by James Russell Lowell(1819 – 1891) We will speak out, we will be heard, Though all earth's system's crack; We will not bate a single word, Nor take a letter back. Let liars fear, let cowards shrink, Let traitors turn away; Whatever we have dared to think That dare we also say. We speak the truth, and what care we For hissing and for scorn, While some faint gleamings we can see Of Freedom's coming morn? For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 Lowell read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-09T01_21_33-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-09T01_21_33-07_00 Mon, 09 Jun 2008 08:21:33 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-09T01_21_33-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,war,housman,grenadier 64 false Housman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Grenadier by AE Housman(1859 – 1936) The Queen she sent to look for me, The sergeant he did say, `Young man, a soldier will you be For thirteen pence a day?' For thirteen pence a day did I Take off the things I wore, And I have marched to where I lie, And I shall march no more. My mouth is dry, my shirt is wet, My blood runs all away, So now I shall not die in debt For thirteen pence a day. To-morrow after new young men The sergeant he must see, For things will all be over then Between the Queen and me. And I shall have to bate my price, For in the grave, they say, Is neither knowledge nor device Nor thirteen pence a day. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 Housman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-07T22_55_36-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-07T22_55_36-07_00 Sun, 08 Jun 2008 05:55:36 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-07T22_55_36-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,john,donne,sunne 139 false Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Sunne Rising by John Donne (1572 - 1631) Busie old foole, unruly Sunne, Why dost thou thus, Through windowes, and through curtaines call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run? Sawcy pedantique wretch, goe chide Late schoole boyes, and sowre prentices, Goe tell Court-huntsmen, that the King will ride, Call countrey ants to harvest offices; Love, all alike, no season knowes, nor clyme, Nor houres, dayes, moneths, which are the rags of time. Thy beames, so reverend, and strong Why shouldst thou thinke? I could eclipse and cloud them with a winke, But that I would not lose her sight so long: If her eyes have not blinded thine, Looke, and to morrow late, tell mee, Whether both the'India's of spice and Myne Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with mee. Aske for those Kings whom thou saw'st yesterday, And thou shalt heare, All here in one bed lay. She'is all States, and all Princes, I, Nothing else is. Princes doe but play us; compar'd to this, All honor's mimique; All wealth alchimie. Thou sunne art halfe as happy'as wee, In that the world's contracted thus; Thine age askes ease, and since thy duties bee To warme the world, that's done in warming us. Shine here to us, and thou art every where; This bed thy center is, these walls, thy spheare. First aired: 12 July 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-07T08_31_50-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-07T08_31_50-07_00 Sat, 07 Jun 2008 15:31:50 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-07T08_31_50-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud literature,poetry 68 false W Scott read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Love of Country by Sir Walter Scott (1771 - 1832) Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering on a foreign strand! If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no Minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonor'd, and unsung. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. First aired: 7 June 2008 Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 W Scott read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-05T23_06_02-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-05T23_06_02-07_00 Fri, 06 Jun 2008 06:06:02 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-05T23_06_02-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud 152 false Verlaine read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Chanson d'Automne by Paul Verlaine In French Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'automne Blessent mon cœur D'une langueur Monotone. Tout suffocant Et blême, quand Sonne l'heure, Je me souviens Des jours anciens Et je pleure Et je m'en vais Au vent mauvais Qui m'emporte Deçà, delà, Pareil à la Feuille morte In English The long sobs of autumn's violins wound my heart with a monotonous languor. Wholly breathless and pale, When the clock strikes, I remember the old days, And I weep. And I set off in the ill wind that carries me here and there, Like a dead leaf. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To be notified of new postings, and to receive some extra, short text about each poetry reading, join the mailing list. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 Verlaine read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-05T00_46_12-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-05T00_46_12-07_00 Thu, 05 Jun 2008 07:46:12 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-05T00_46_12-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,lord,byron,parted 97 false Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud:http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- When We Two Parted by Lord Byron When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow— It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me— Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well: Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell. In secret we met— In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? With silence and tears. First aired 28 July 2007 on Classic Poetry Aloud For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To be notified of new postings, and to receive some extra, short text about each poetry reading, join the mailing list. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud:http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-04T01_22_02-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-04T01_22_02-07_00 Wed, 04 Jun 2008 08:22:02 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-04T01_22_02-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud gerard,manley,hopkins 87 false GM Hopkins read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- I Wake and Feel The Fell Of Dark, Not Day by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844 – 1889) I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day, What hour, O what black hours we have spent This night! What sights you, heart, saw; ways you went! And more must, in yet longer light's delay, – With witness I speak this. But where I say Hours I mean years, mean life. And my lament Is cries countless, cries like dead letters sent To dearest him that lives alas! away. – I am gall, I am heartburn. God's most deep decree Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me; Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the cures. – Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. I see The lost are like this, and their scourge to be As I am mine, their sweating selves; but worse. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To learn a little more about the poems and poets on each poetry reading, join the mailing list. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 GM Hopkins read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-03T01_25_08-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-03T01_25_08-07_00 Tue, 03 Jun 2008 08:25:08 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-03T01_25_08-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,marian,allen,war 112 false M Allen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Wind on the Downs by Marian Allen I like to think of you as brown and tall,As strong and living as you used to be,In khaki tunic, Sam Brown belt and all,And standing there and laughing down at me.Because they tell me, dear, that you are dead,Because I can no longer see your face,You have not died, it is not true, insteadYou seek adventure in some other place.That you are round about me, I believe;I hear you laughing as you used to do,Yet loving all the things I think of you;And knowing you are happy, should I grieve?You follow and are watchful where I go;How should you leave me, having loved me so? We walked along the tow-path, you and I,Beside the sluggish-moving, still canal;It seemed impossible that you should die;I think of you the same and always shall.We thought of many things and spoke of few,And life lay all uncertainly before,And now I walk alone and think of you,And wonder what new kingdoms you explore.Over the railway line, across the grass,While up above the golden wings are spread,Flying, ever flying overhead,Here still I see your khaki figure pass,And when I leave the meadow, almost waitThat you should open first the wooden gate. M Allen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-06-02T00_11_37-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-02T00_11_37-07_00 Mon, 02 Jun 2008 07:11:37 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-06-02T00_11_37-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,podcast,browning,love 74 false R. Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- One Way of Love by Robert Browning (1812 – 1889) All June I bound the rose in sheaves. Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves And strow them where Pauline may pass. She will not turn aside? Alas! Let them lie. Suppose they die? The chance was they might take her eye. How many a month I strove to suit These stubborn fingers to the lute! To-day I venture all I know. She will not hear my music? So! Break the string; fold music’s wing: Suppose Pauline had bade me sing! My whole life long I learn’d to love. This hour my utmost art I prove And speak my passion - heaven or hell? She will not give me heaven? ’T is well! Lose who may - I still can say, Those who win heaven, bless’d are they! For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To be notified of new postings, and to receive some extra, short text about each poetry reading, join the mailing list. R. Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-31T23_35_37-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-31T23_35_37-07_00 Sun, 01 Jun 2008 06:35:37 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-31T23_35_37-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud tclassicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,war,warpoetry,wilfredowen,owen 386 false Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind. Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . . Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To be notified of new postings, and to receive some extra, short text about each poetry reading, join the mailing list. Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-30T23_00_55-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-30T23_00_55-07_00 Sat, 31 May 2008 06:00:55 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-30T23_00_55-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,dhlawrence,lawrence,snake 319 false Lawrence read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Snake by DH Lawrence (1885 – 1930) A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink there. In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob tree I came down the steps with my pitcher And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before me. He reached down from a fissure in the earth-wall in the gloom And trailed his yellow-brown slackness soft-bellied down, over the edge of the stone trough And rested his throat upon the stone bottom, And where the water had dripped from the tap, in a small clearness, He sipped with his straight mouth, Softly drank through his straight gums, into his slack long body, Silently. Someone was before me at my water-trough, And I, like a second-comer, waiting. He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do, And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do, And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment, And stooped and drank a little more, Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels of the earth On the day of Sicilian July, with Etna smoking. The voice of my education said to me He must be killed, For in Sicily the black, black snakes are innocent, the gold are venomous. And voices in me said, If you were a man You would take a stick and break him now, and finish him off. But must I confess how I liked him, How glad I was he had come like a guest in quiet, to drink at my water-trough And depart peaceful, pacified, and thankless, Into the burning bowels of this earth? Was it cowardice, that I dared not kill him? Was it perversity, that I longed to talk to him? Was it humility, to feel so honoured? I felt so honoured. And yet those voices: If you were not afraid, you would kill him! And truly I was afraid, I was most afraid, But even so, honoured still more That he should seek my hospitality From out (continued) Lawrence read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetrya... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-29T22_17_42-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-29T22_17_42-07_00 Fri, 30 May 2008 05:17:42 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-29T22_17_42-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,literature,poetry,poem,poems,reading,recital,christinarossetti,rossetti,may 56 false Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- May by Christina Georgina Rossetti(1830 – 1894) I cannot tell you how it was; But this I know: it came to pass Upon a bright and breezy day When May was young; ah, pleasant May! As yet the poppies were not born Between the blades of tender corn; The last eggs had not hatched as yet, Nor any bird forgone its mate. I cannot tell you what it was; But this I know: it did but pass. It passed away with sunny May, With all sweet things it passed away, And left me old, and cold, and grey. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To be notified of new postings, and to receive some extra, short text about each poetry reading, join the mailing list. Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetrya... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-29T00_16_47-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-29T00_16_47-07_00 Thu, 29 May 2008 07:16:47 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-29T00_16_47-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,english_literature,poetry,poem,poems,poetry_podcast,reading,spoken_word,heywood 67 false Heywood read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Matin Song by Thomas Heywood(1575? – 1650) Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day! With night we banish sorrow. Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft To give my Love good-morrow! Wings from the wind to please her mind, Notes from the lark I'll borrow: Bird, prune thy wing! nightingale, sing! To give my Love good-morrow! To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them all I'll borrow. Wake from thy nest, robin red-breast! Sing, birds, in every furrow! And from each bill let music shrill Give my fair Love good-morrow! Blackbird and thrush in every bush, Stare, linnet, and cocksparrow, You pretty elves, among yourselves Sing my fair Love good-morrow! To give my Love good-morrow! Sing, birds, in every furrow! For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To be notified of new postings, and to receive some extra, short text about each poetry reading, join the mailing list. Heywood read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-28T00_21_17-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-28T00_21_17-07_00 Wed, 28 May 2008 07:21:17 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-28T00_21_17-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,english_literature,poetry,poem,poems,poetry_podcast,reading,spoken_word,mew,love 54 Charlotte Mew read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- A Quoi Bon Dire by Charlotte Mew(1869 – 1928) Seventeen years ago you said Something that sounded like Good-bye; And everybody thinks that you are dead, But I. So I, as I grow stiff and cold To this and that say Good-bye too; And everybody sees that I am old But you. And one fine morning in a sunny lane Some boy and girl will meet and kiss and swear That nobody can love their way again While over there You will have smiled, I shall have tossed your hair. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To be notified of new postings, and to receive some extra, short text about each poetry reading, join the mailing list. Charlotte Mew read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-27T00_50_18-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-27T00_50_18-07_00 Tue, 27 May 2008 07:50:18 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-27T00_50_18-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,english_literature,poem,poems,poetry,poetry_podcast,reading,rossetti,spoken_word 52 false CG Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Song by Christina Georgina Rossetti(1830 – 1894) When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget. For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To be notified of new postings, and to receive some extra, short text about each poetry reading, join the mailing list. CG Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-26T06_52_56-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-26T06_52_56-07_00 Mon, 26 May 2008 13:52:56 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-26T06_52_56-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud 83 The Latest Decalogue by Arthur Hugh Clough (1819-1861) Thou shalt have one God only; who Would be at the expense of two? No graven images may be Worshipped, except the currency: Swear not at all; for, for thy curse Thine enemy is none the worse: At church on Sunday to attend Will serve to keep the world thy friend: Honour thy parents; that is, all From whom advancement may befall: Thou shalt not kill, but need'st not strive Officiously to keep alive: Do not adultery commit; Advantage rarely comes of it: Thou shalt not steal; an empty feat, When it's so lucrative to cheat: Bear not false witness; let the lie Have time on its own wings to fly: Thou shalt not covet; but tradition Approves all forms of competition. The sum of all is, thou shalt love, If anybody, God above: At any rate shall never labour _More_ than thyself to love thy neighbour. The Latest Decalogue by Arthur Hugh Clough (1819-1861) ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-23T07_13_51-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-23T07_13_51-07_00 Fri, 23 May 2008 14:13:51 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-23T07_13_51-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud poetry,podcast,poem,longfellow 53 The Arrow and the Song by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Arrow and the Song by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow(1807 – 1882) I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. If you enjoyed this, why not become a fan of Classic Poetry Aloud? To be notified of new postings, and to receive some extra, short text about each poetry reading, join the mailing list. The Arrow and the Song by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Longfello... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-22T00_06_54-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-22T00_06_54-07_00 Thu, 22 May 2008 07:06:54 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-22T00_06_54-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud suckling,aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,john,listening,literature,podcast,poem,poems 48 false Suckling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Why So Pale and Wan? by Sir John Suckling (1609 – 1642) Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do 't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit for shame! This will not move; This cannot take her. If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her! If you enjoyed this, why not become a fan of Classic Poetry Aloud? To be notified of new postings, and to receive some extra, short text about each poetry reading, join the mailing list. Suckling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-21T03_01_44-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-21T03_01_44-07_00 Wed, 21 May 2008 10:01:44 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-21T03_01_44-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,one,white,hair,walter,savage,landor,growing,old 89 false Landor read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The One White Hair by Walter Savage Landor (1775 – 1864) The wisest of the wise Listen to pretty lies And love to hear'em told. Doubt not that Solomon Listened to many a one, - Some in his youth, and more when he grew old. I never was among The choir of Wisdom's song, But pretty lies loved I As much as any king, When youth was on the wing, And (must it then be told?) when youth had quite gone by. Alas! and I have not The pleasant hour forgot When one pert lady said, "O Walter! I am quite Bewildered with affright! I see (sit quiet now) a white hair on your head!" Another more benign Snipped it away from mine, And in her own dark hair Pretended it was found … She leaped, and twirled it round … Fair as she was, she never was so fair! Landor read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryalo... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-19T09_00_51-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-19T09_00_51-07_00 Mon, 19 May 2008 16:00:51 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-19T09_00_51-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud 115 false Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- To Toussaint L'Ouverture by William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850) Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den; - O miserable Chieftain! where and when Wilt thou find patience? Yet die not; do thou Wear rather in thy bonds a cheerful brow: Though fallen thyself, never to rise again, Live, and take comfort. Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee; air, earth, and skies; There's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind. Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-19T03_00_23-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-19T03_00_23-07_00 Mon, 19 May 2008 10:00:23 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-19T03_00_23-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,george,eliot,lonely 71 false George Eliot read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- I am Lonely by George Eliot (1819 – 1880) The world is great: the birds all fly from me, The stars are golden fruit upon a tree All out of reach: my little sister went, And I am lonely. The world is great: I tried to mount the hill Above the pines, where the light lies so still, But it rose higher: little Lisa went And I am lonely. The world is great: the wind comes rushing by. I wonder where it comes from; sea birds cry And hurt my heart: my little sister went, And I am lonely. The world is great: the people laugh and talk, And make loud holiday: how fast they walk! I'm lame, they push me: little Lisa went, And I am lonely. George Eliot read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-16T08_51_09-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-16T08_51_09-07_00 Fri, 16 May 2008 15:51:09 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-16T08_51_09-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,gerard,manley,hopkins 98 false Hopkins read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Windhover To Christ our Lord by Gerard Manley Hopkins I caught this morning morning’s minion, king- dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding Stirred for a bird,—the achieve of; the mastery of the thing! Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier! No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion. First aired 28 July 2007 Hopkins read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-16T08_45_48-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-16T08_45_48-07_00 Fri, 16 May 2008 15:45:48 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-16T08_45_48-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,recessional,rudyard,kipling 114 false Kipling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Recessional by Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) God of our fathers, known of old – Lord of our far-flung battle-line – Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine – Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget! The tumult and the shouting dies – The captains and the kings depart – Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget! Far-call'd our navies melt away – On dune and headland sinks the fire – Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! Judge of the Nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget! If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe – Such boasting as the Gentiles use Or lesser breeds without the Law – Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget! For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard – All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not Thee to guard – For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord! Kipling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-15T03_02_19-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-15T03_02_19-07_00 Thu, 15 May 2008 10:02:19 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-15T03_02_19-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,delight,disorder,english,herrick,in,listening,literature,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,robert,spoken,to,word 51 false Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Delight in Disorder by Robert Herrick (1591 – 1674) A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness:– A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distractión,– An erring lace, which here and there Enthrals the crimson stomacher,– A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribbands to flow confusedly,– A winning wave, deserving note, In the tempestuous petticoat,– A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility,– Do more bewitch me, than when art Is too precise in every part. Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryal... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-14T08_34_17-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-14T08_34_17-07_00 Wed, 14 May 2008 15:34:17 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-14T08_34_17-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,rossetti,wordsworth,spring,dickinson 472 false CG Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Who Has Seen the Wind? by Christina G. Rossetti (1830 – 1894) Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you; But when the leaves hang trembling The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I; But when the trees bow down their heads The wind is passing by. The Rainbow by William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850) My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. CXVII From Complete Poems By Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886) The inundation of the Spring Submerges every soul, It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the water whole. In which the Soul, at first alarmed, Seeks furtive for its shore, But acclimated, gropes no more For that Peninsular. A Petition by Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836 – 1907) To spring belongs the violet, and the blown Spice of the roses let the summer own. Grant me this favor, Muse–all else withhold– That I may not write verse when I am old. And yet I pray you, Muse, delay the time! Be not too ready to deny me rhyme; And when the hour strikes, as it must, dear Muse, I beg you very gently break the news. CG Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-13T10_10_48-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-13T10_10_48-07_00 Tue, 13 May 2008 17:10:48 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-13T10_10_48-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,tears,idle,alfred,lord,tennyson 97 false Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Songs from “The Princess.” IV. Tears, Idle Tears by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892) Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken’d birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remember’d kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign’d On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more. Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-12T11_18_13-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-12T11_18_13-07_00 Mon, 12 May 2008 18:18:13 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-12T11_18_13-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud kipling,if,classic,poetry,aloud,literature,english,spoken,word,classicpoetryaloud 141 false Kipling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. This reading is part of Classic Poetry Aloud's celebration of one year of poetry podcasting (that's over 200 readings!). Donations to support Classic Poetry Aloud for another year would be welcome, just visit http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/ and click the 'PayPal Donate' button. --------------------------------------------------- If by Rudyard kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, ' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! Kipling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-11T14_36_08-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-11T14_36_08-07_00 Sun, 11 May 2008 21:36:08 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-11T14_36_08-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,coleridge 208 false Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. This reading is part of Classic Poetry Aloud's celebration of one year of poetry podcasting (that's over 200 readings!). Donations to support Classic Poetry Aloud for another year would be welcome, just visit http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/ and click the 'PayPal Donate' button. --------------------------------------------------- Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossom'd many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But O, that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced; Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reach'd the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she play'd, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me, Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise. Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-10T02_01_52-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-10T02_01_52-07_00 Sat, 10 May 2008 09:01:52 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-10T02_01_52-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,donne,john 92 false Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. This reading is part of Classic Poetry Aloud's celebration of one year of poetry podcasting (that's over 200 readings!). Donations to support Classic Poetry Aloud for another year would be welcome, just visit http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/ and click the 'PayPal Donate' button. --------------------------------------------------- Death by John Donne Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so, For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee doe goe, Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie. Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well, And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then; One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die. Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-09T11_10_42-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-09T11_10_42-07_00 Fri, 09 May 2008 18:10:42 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-09T11_10_42-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,walt,whitman 132 false Whitman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. This reading is part of Classic Poetry Aloud's celebration of one year of poetry podcasting (that's over 200 readings!). Donations to support Classic Poetry Aloud for another year would be welcome, just visit http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/ and click the 'PayPal Donate' button. --------------------------------------------------- O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck, You’ve fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. Whitman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-08T08_45_14-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-08T08_45_14-07_00 Thu, 08 May 2008 15:45:14 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-08T08_45_14-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,elizabeth,barrett,browning 200 false Elizabeth Barrett Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. This reading is part of Classic Poetry Aloud's celebration of one year of poetry podcasting (that's over 200 readings!). Donations to support Classic Poetry Aloud for another year would be welcome, just visit http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/ and click the 'PayPal Donate' button. --------------------------------------------------- How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861) How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Elizabeth Barrett Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-08T08_41_02-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-08T08_41_02-07_00 Thu, 08 May 2008 15:41:02 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-08T08_41_02-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,keats 249 false Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearièd, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul, to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return. O Attic shape! fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form! dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, 'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.' You can find more readings of Keats' poetry at: http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/category/John-Keats/ Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-07T08_50_00-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-07T08_50_00-07_00 Wed, 07 May 2008 15:50:00 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-07T08_50_00-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud ,aloud,bysshe,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,listening,literature,ozymandias,percy,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,shelley,spoken,to,word 182 false Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Ozymandias of Egypt Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 – 1822) I met a traveller from an antique land Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things, The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains: round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-07T00_57_32-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-07T00_57_32-07_00 Wed, 07 May 2008 07:57:32 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-07T00_57_32-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,emily,dickinson 62 false Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Grass so little has to do by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886) The Grass so little has to do – A Sphere of simple Green – With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain – And stir all day to pretty Tunes The Breezes fetch along – And hold the Sunshine in its lap And bow to everything – And thread the Dews, all night, like Pearls – And make itself so fine A Duchess were too common For such a noticing – And even when it dies – to pass In Odors so divine – Like Lowly spices, lain to sleep – Or Spikenards, perishing – And then, in Sovereign Barns to dwell – And dream the Days away, The Grass so little has to do I wish I were a Hay – Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-05T08_31_24-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-05T08_31_24-07_00 Mon, 05 May 2008 15:31:24 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-05T08_31_24-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,solitude,harold,munro 91 false Munro read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Solitude by Harold Munro (1879 – 1932) When you have tidied all things for the night, And while your thoughts are fading to their sleep, You'll pause a moment in the late firelight, Too sorrowful to weep. The large and gentle furniture has stood In sympathetic silence all the day With that old kindness of domestic wood; Nevertheless the haunted room will say: "Someone must be away." The little dog rolls over half awake, Stretches his paws, yawns, looking up at you, Wags his tail very slightly for your sake, That you may feel he is unhappy too. A distant engine whistles, or the floor Creaks, or the wandering night-wind bangs a door Silence is scattered like a broken glass. The minutes prick their ears and run about, Then one by one subside again and pass Sedately in, monotonously out. You bend your head and wipe away a tear. Solitude walks one heavy step more near. Munro read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-05T02_36_40-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-05T02_36_40-07_00 Mon, 05 May 2008 09:36:40 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-05T02_36_40-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,envoy,francis,thompson 58 false Thompson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Envoy by Francis Thompson Go, songs, for ended is our brief, sweet play; Go, children of swift joy and tardy sorrow: And some are sung, and that was yesterday, And some unsung, and that may be to-morrow. Go forth; and if it be o'er stony way, Old joy can lend what newer grief must borrow: And it was sweet, and that was yesterday, And sweet is sweet, though purchas-ed with sorrow. Go, songs, and come not back from your far way: And if men ask you why ye smile and sorrow, Tell them ye grieve, for your hearts know To-day, Tell them ye smile, for your eyes know To-morrow. Thompson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-04T08_22_02-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-04T08_22_02-07_00 Sun, 04 May 2008 15:22:02 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-04T08_22_02-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,william,wordsworth 62 false Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The World is too Much With Us by William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850) The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-04T01_51_11-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-04T01_51_11-07_00 Sun, 04 May 2008 08:51:11 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-04T01_51_11-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,marvell 164 false Marvell read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell Has we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow; An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, Lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song: then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust: The grave 's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapt power. Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life: Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run. First aired July 2007 Marvell read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-03T02_05_21-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-03T02_05_21-07_00 Sat, 03 May 2008 09:05:21 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-03T02_05_21-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,call,charlotte,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,listening,literature,mew,mew.,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,spoken,to,word 80 false Mew read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Call by Charlotte Mew (1869 – 1928) From our low seat beside the fire Where we have dozed and dreamed and watched the glow Or raked the ashes, stopping so We scarcely saw the sun or rain Above, or looked much higher Than this same quiet red or burned-out fire. To-night we heard a call, A rattle on the window-pane, A voice on the sharp air, And felt a breath stirring our hair, A flame within us: Something swift and tall Swept in and out and that was all. Was it a bright or a dark angel? Who can know? It left no mark upon the snow, But suddenly it snapped the chain Unbarred, flung wide the door Which will not shut again; And so we cannot sit here any more. We must arise and go: The world is cold without And dark and hedged about With mystery and enmity and doubt, But we must go Though yet we do not know Who called, or what marks we shall leave upon the snow. Mew read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-05-01T09_00_30-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-01T09_00_30-07_00 Thu, 01 May 2008 16:00:30 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-05-01T09_00_30-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,piano,dh,lawrence 74 false Lawrence read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Piano by DH Lawrence (1885 – 1930) Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings. In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide. So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past. Lawrence read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-30T08_18_17-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-30T08_18_17-07_00 Wed, 30 Apr 2008 15:18:17 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-30T08_18_17-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud ae,aloud,cherry,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,housman,listening,literature,loveliest,of,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,spoken,to,tree,trees,word 45 false Housman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Loveliest of Trees by AE Housman (1859 – 1936) Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride, Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at things in bloom Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will go To see the cherry hung with snow. Housman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-29T15_14_56-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-29T15_14_56-07_00 Tue, 29 Apr 2008 22:14:56 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-29T15_14_56-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,dalliance,eagles,english,listening,literature,love,nature,of,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,sex,spoken,to,walt,whitman,word 63 false Whitman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Dalliance Of The Eagles by Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in the air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles, The rushing amorous contact high in space together, The clinching interlocking claws, a living, fierce, gyrating wheel, Four beating wings, two beaks, a swirling mass tight grappling, In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight downward falling, Till o'er the river pois'd, the twain yet one, a moment's lull, A motionless still balance in the air, then parting, talons loosing, Upward again on slow-firm pinions slanting, their separate diverse flight, She hers, he his, pursuing. Whitman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-29T02_11_55-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-29T02_11_55-07_00 Tue, 29 Apr 2008 09:11:55 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-29T02_11_55-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,moon,percy,bysshe,shelley 54 false Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Moon by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 – 1822) I And, like a dying lady lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane And feeble wanderings of her fading brain, The mood arose up in the murky east, A white and shapeless mass. II Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy? Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-28T00_15_58-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-28T00_15_58-07_00 Mon, 28 Apr 2008 07:15:58 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-28T00_15_58-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,emerson,english,listening,literature,nature,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,ralph,reading,rhodora,spoken,to,waldo,word 76 false Emerson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Rhodora by Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882) On Being Asked Whence Is the Flower In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array. Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask, I never knew: But, in my simple ignorance, suppose The self-same Power that brought me there brought you. Emerson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-26T01_32_09-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-26T01_32_09-07_00 Sat, 26 Apr 2008 08:32:09 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-26T01_32_09-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,wordsworth,sonnets,william 68 false Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- London, 1802, Sonnet CCXIII by William Wordsworth Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men: O raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea, Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free; So didst thou travel on life's common way In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay. First read on Classic Poetry Aloud: 21 May, 2007 Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-25T10_38_54-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-25T10_38_54-07_00 Fri, 25 Apr 2008 17:38:54 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-25T10_38_54-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,opportunity,james,elroy,flecker 98 false Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Opportunity by James Elroy Flecker (1884 – 1915) From Machiavelli "But who art thou, with curious beauty graced, O woman, stamped with some bright heavenly seal Why go thy feet on wings, and in such haste?" "I am that maid whose secret few may steal, Called Opportunity. I hasten by Because my feet are treading on a wheel, Being more swift to run than birds to fly. And rightly on my feet my wings I wear, To blind the sight of those who track and spy; Rightly in front I hold my scattered hair To veil my face, and down my breast to fall, Lest men should know my name when I am there; And leave behind my back no wisp at all For eager folk to clutch, what time I glide So near, and turn, and pass beyond recall." "Tell me; who is that Figure at thy side?" "Penitence. Mark this well that by decree Who lets me go must keep her for his bride. And thou hast spent much time in talk with me Busied with thoughts and fancies vainly grand, Nor hast remarked, O fool, neither dost see How lightly I have fled beneath thy hand." Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-25T00_00_26-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-25T00_00_26-07_00 Fri, 25 Apr 2008 07:00:26 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-25T00_00_26-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,books,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,listening,literature,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,robert,southey,spoken,to,word 77 false Southey read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- His Books by Robert Southey (1774 – 1843) My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight in weal And seek relief in woe; And while I understand and feel How much to them I owe, My cheeks have often been bedew'd With tears of thoughtful gratitude. My thoughts are with the Dead; with them I live in long-past years, Their virtues love, their faults condemn, Partake their hopes and fears; And from their lessons seek and find Instruction with an humble mind. My hopes are with the Dead; anon My place with them will be, And I with them shall travel on Through all Futurity; Yet leaving here a name, I trust, That will not perish in the dust. Southey read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-23T12_17_51-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-23T12_17_51-07_00 Wed, 23 Apr 2008 19:17:51 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-23T12_17_51-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,kipling 4474 false Kipling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- The Way Through The Woods by Rudyard Kipling They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods Before they planted the trees. It is underneath the coppice and heath, And the thin anemones. Only the keeper sees That, where the ring-dove broods, And the badgers roll at ease, There was once a road through the woods. Yet, if you enter the woods Of a summer evening late, When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools Where the otter whistles his mate. (They fear not men in the woods, Because they see so few) You will hear the beat of a horse's feet, And the swish of a skirt in the dew, Steadily cantering through The misty solitudes, As though they perfectly knew The old lost road through the woods... But there is no road through the woods. First aired 16 July 2007 Kipling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-22T05_39_24-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-22T05_39_24-07_00 Tue, 22 Apr 2008 12:39:24 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-22T05_39_24-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud ages,all,aloud,as,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,it,like,listening,literature,man,of,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,seven,shakespeare,spoken,stage,to,william,word,world’s,you 113 false Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Seven Ages of Man from As You Like It by William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616) All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-21T10_01_12-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-21T10_01_12-07_00 Mon, 21 Apr 2008 17:01:12 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-21T10_01_12-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,shakespeare 81 false Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Sonnet 29 by William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616) When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d, Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee,—and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate; For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings. First aired 7 September, 2007 Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-21T00_30_38-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-21T00_30_38-07_00 Mon, 21 Apr 2008 07:30:38 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-21T00_30_38-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud shakespeare,sonnet,poetry,classic,poem,aloud,spoken,word 59 false Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest; So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. First aired 9 June 2007. Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voi... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-19T03_52_49-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-19T03_52_49-07_00 Sat, 19 Apr 2008 10:52:49 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-19T03_52_49-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,william,shakespeare,julius,caesar,mark,anthony 475 false Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Mark Anthony’s Funeral Speech from Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616) Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest-- For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men-- Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him? O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason. Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me. Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-19T03_46_36-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-19T03_46_36-07_00 Sat, 19 Apr 2008 10:46:36 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-19T03_46_36-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,william,shakespeare,sonnet 56 false Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616) Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-18T12_17_08-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-18T12_17_08-07_00 Fri, 18 Apr 2008 19:17:08 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-18T12_17_08-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,william,shakespeare,week,quoting 185 false Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- On Quoting Shakespeare by Bernard Levin (1928 – 2004) If you cannot understand my argument, and declare ``It's Greek to me'', you are quoting Shakespeare; if you claim to be more sinned against than sinning, you are quoting Shakespeare; if you recall your salad days, you are quoting Shakespeare; if you act more in sorrow than in anger; if your wish is farther to the thought; if your lost property has vanished into thin air, you are quoting Shakespeare; if you have ever refused to budge an inch or suffered from green-eyed jealousy, if you have played fast and loose, if you have been tongue-tied, a tower of strength, hoodwinked or in a pickle, if you have knitted your brows, made a virtue of necessity, insisted on fair play, slept not one wink, stood on ceremony, danced attendance (on your lord and master), laughed yourself into stitches, had short shrift, cold comfort or too much of a good thing, if you have seen better days or lived in a fool's paradise -why, be that as it may, the more fool you , for it is a foregone conclusion that you are (as good luck would have it) quoting Shakespeare; if you think it is early days and clear out bag and baggage, if you think it is high time and that that is the long and short of it, if you believe that the game is up and that truth will out even if it involves your own flesh and blood, if you lie low till the crack of doom because you suspect foul play, if you have your teeth set on edge (at one fell swoop) without rhyme or reason, then - to give the devil his due - if the truth were known (for surely you have a tongue in your head) you are quoting Shakespeare; even if you bid me good riddance and send me packing, if you wish I was dead as a door-nail, if you think I am an eyesore, a laughing stock, the devil incarnate, a stony-hearted villain, bloody-minded or a blinking idiot, then - by Jove! O Lord! Tut tut! For goodness' sake! What the dickens! But me no buts! - it is all one to me, for you are quoting Shakespeare. from Macbeth by William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616) To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-17T13_24_34-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-17T13_24_34-07_00 Thu, 17 Apr 2008 20:24:34 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-17T13_24_34-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,retreat,henry,vaughan 110 false Vaughan read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Retreat by Henry Vaughan (1621 – 1695) Happy those early days, when I Shin'd in my Angel-infancy! Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white celestial thought: When yet I had not walk'd above A mile or two from my first Love, And looking back—at that short space— Could see a glimpse of His bright face: When on some gilded cloud, or flow'r, My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity: Before I taught my tongue to wound My Conscience with a sinful sound, Or had the black art to dispense A several sin to ev'ry sense, But felt through all this fleshly dress Bright shoots of everlastingness. O how I long to travel back, And tread again that ancient track! That I might once more reach that plain Where first I left my glorious train; From whence th' enlightned spirit sees That shady City of Palm-trees. But ah! my soul with too much stay Is drunk, and staggers in the way! Some men a forward motion love, But I by backward steps would move; And when this dust falls to the urn, In that state I came, return. Vaughan read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-16T08_59_14-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-16T08_59_14-07_00 Wed, 16 Apr 2008 15:59:14 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-16T08_59_14-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,andrew,marvell,of,death 71 false Marvell read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- An Epitaph by Andrew Marvell (1621 – 1678) Enough; and leave the rest to Fame! 'Tis to commend her, but to name. Courtship which, living, she declined, When dead, to offer were unkind: Nor can the truest wit, or friend, Without detracting, her commend. To say—she lived a virgin chaste In this age loose and all unlaced; Nor was, when vice is so allowed, Of virtue or ashamed or proud; That her soul was on Heaven so bent, No minute but it came and went; That, ready her last debt to pay, She summ'd her life up every day; Modest as morn, as mid-day bright, Gentle as evening, cool as night: —'Tis true; but all too weakly said. 'Twas more significant, she's dead. Marvell read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-15T09_36_52-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-15T09_36_52-07_00 Tue, 15 Apr 2008 16:36:52 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-15T09_36_52-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,immortality,death,matthew,arnold 67 false Arnold read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Immortality by Matthew Arnold (1822 – 1888) (Mathew Arnold died on this day – 15 April – in 1888.) Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn, We leave the brutal world to take its way, And, Patience! in another life, we say The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne. And will not, then, the immortal armies scorn The world's poor, routed leavings? or will they, Who fail'd under the heat of this life's day, Support the fervours of the heavenly morn? No, no! the energy of life may be Kept on after the grave, but not begun; And he who flagg'd not in the earthly strife, From strength to strength advancing - only he, His soul well-knit, and all his battles won, Mounts, and that hardly, to eternal life. Arnold read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-14T12_45_47-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-14T12_45_47-07_00 Mon, 14 Apr 2008 19:45:47 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-14T12_45_47-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,claire,classic,classicpoetryaloud,de,french,listening,literature,lune,paul,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,spoken,to,verlaine,word 5138 false Verlaine read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Claire de Lune by Paul Verlaine (1844 – 1896) Votre âme est un paysage choisi Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques Jouant du luth et dansant et quasi Tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques. Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur L'amour vainqueur et la vie opportune Ils n'ont pas l'air de croire à leur bonheur Et leur chanson se mêle au clair de lune, Au calme clair de lune triste et beau, Qui fait rêver les oiseaux dans les arbres Et sangloter d'extase les jets d'eau, Les grands jets d'eau sveltes parmi les marbres. Claire de Lune by Paul Verlaine (1844 – 1896) Your soul is a chosen landscape Where charming masked and costumed figures go Playing the lute and dancing and almost Sad beneath their fantastic disguises. All sing in a minor key Of all-conquering love and careless fortune They do not seem to believe in their happiness And their song mingles with the moonlight. The still moonlight, sad and beautiful, Which gives the birds to dream in the trees And makes the fountain sprays sob in ecstasy, The tall, slender fountain sprays among the marble statues. Verlaine read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-11T23_36_07-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-11T23_36_07-07_00 Sat, 12 Apr 2008 06:36:07 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-11T23_36_07-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,john,dryden,love 84 false Dryden read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- How Sweet it is to Love by John Dryden (1631 – 1700) (John Dryden became Poet Laureate on this day – 13 April – in 1668.) Ah, how sweet it is to love! Ah, how gay is young Desire! And what pleasing pains we prove When we first approach Love's fire! Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are. Sighs which are from lovers blown Do but gently heave the heart: Ev'n the tears they shed alone Cure, like trickling balm, their smart: Lovers, when they lose their breath, Bleed away in easy death. Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend; Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before. Love, like spring-tides full and high, Swells in every youthful vein; But each tide does less supply, Till they quite shrink in again: If a flow in age appear, 'Tis but rain, and runs not clear. Dryden read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-11T23_18_33-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-11T23_18_33-07_00 Sat, 12 Apr 2008 06:18:33 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-11T23_18_33-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,marvell 164 false (first aired July 2007) Marvell read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell Has we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow; An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, Lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song: then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust: The grave 's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapt power. Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life: Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run. (first aired July 2007) Marvell read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podom... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-10T06_49_52-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-10T06_49_52-07_00 Thu, 10 Apr 2008 13:49:52 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-10T06_49_52-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,of,death,robert,herrick 137 false Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- His Winding Sheet by Robert Herrick (1591 – 1674) Come thou, who are the wine and wit Of all I've writ: The grace, the glory, and the best Piece of the rest. Thou art of what I did intend The all and end; And what was made, was made to meet Thee, thee, my sheet. Come then and be to my chaste side Both bed and bride: We two, as reliques left, will have Once rest, one grave: And hugging close, we will not fear Lust entering here: Where all desires are dead and cold As is the mould; And all affections are forgot, Or trouble not. Here, here, the slaves and prisoners be From shackles free: And weeping widows long oppress'd Do here find rest. The wronged client ends his laws Here, and his cause. Here those long suits of Chancery lie Quiet, or die: And all Star-Chamber bills do cease Or hold their peace. Here needs no Court for our Request Where all are best, All wise, all equal, and all just Alike i' th' dust. Nor need we here to fear the frown Of court or crown: Where fortune bears no sway o'er things, There all are kings. In this securer place we'll keep As lull'd asleep; Or for a little time we'll lie As robes laid by; To be another day re-worn, Turn'd, but not torn: Or like old testaments engross'd, Lock'd up, not lost. And for a while lie here conceal'd, To be reveal'd Next at the great Platonick year, And then meet here. Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-09T23_48_41-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-09T23_48_41-07_00 Thu, 10 Apr 2008 06:48:41 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-09T23_48_41-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud love,poetry,james,elroy,flecker,classicpoetryaloud,classic,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word 65 false Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Gravis Dulcis Immutabilis by James Elroy Flecker (1884 – 1915) Come, let me kiss your wistful face Where Sorrow curves her bow of pain, And live sweet days and bitter days With you, or wanting you again. I dread your perishable gold: Come near me now; the years are few. Alas, when you and I are old I shall not want to look at you: And yet come in. I shall not dare To gaze upon your countenance, But I shall huddle in my chair, Turn to the fire my fireless glance, And listen, while that slow and grave Immutable sweet voice of yours Rises and falls, as falls a wave In summer on forgotten shores. Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-09T00_11_15-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-09T00_11_15-07_00 Wed, 09 Apr 2008 07:11:15 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-09T00_11_15-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud love,poetry,herbert,george,classicpoetryaloud,classic,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word 77 false Herbert read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Love by George Herbert (1593 – 1632) Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning If I lack'd anything. 'A guest,' I answer'd, 'worthy to be here:' Love said, 'You shall be he.' 'I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear, I cannot look on Thee.' Love took my hand and smiling did reply, 'Who made the eyes but I?' 'Truth, Lord; but I have marr'd them: let my shame Go where it doth deserve.' 'And know you not,' says Love, 'Who bore the blame?' 'My dear, then I will serve.' 'You must sit down,' says Love, 'and taste my meat.' So I did sit and eat. Herbert read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-07T22_17_51-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-07T22_17_51-07_00 Tue, 08 Apr 2008 05:17:51 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-07T22_17_51-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud pilgrimage,sir,walter,raleigh,classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word 61 false Raleigh read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Pilgrimage by Sir Walter Raleigh (1552 – 1618) Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage. Blood must be my body's balmer; No other balm will there be given: Whilst my soul, like quiet palmer, Travelleth towards the land of heaven; Over the silver mountains, Where spring the nectar fountains; There will I kiss The bowl of bliss; And drink mine everlasting fill Upon every milken hill. My soul will be a-dry before; But, after, it will thirst no more. Raleigh read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-07T01_27_09-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-07T01_27_09-07_00 Mon, 07 Apr 2008 08:27:09 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-07T01_27_09-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,beach,calais,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,listening,literature,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,spoken,to,william,word,wordsworth 67 false Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Evening on Calais Beach by William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850) It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder—everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouch'd by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year; And worshipp'st at the Temple's inner shrine, God being with thee when we know it not. Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-05T09_51_47-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-05T09_51_47-07_00 Sat, 05 Apr 2008 16:51:47 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-05T09_51_47-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,keats 228 false First aired June 28, 2007 Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearièd, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul, to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return. O Attic shape! fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form! dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, 'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.' You can find more readings of Keats' poetry at: http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/category/John-Keats/ First aired June 28, 2007 Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podom... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-04T15_12_28-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-04T15_12_28-07_00 Fri, 04 Apr 2008 22:12:28 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-04T15_12_28-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,bridges,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,listening,literature,nature,nightingales,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,robert,spoken,to,word 77 false Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Nightingales by Robert Bridges (1844 – 1930) Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come, And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams, wherefrom Ye learn your song: Where are those starry woods? O might I wander there, Among the flowers, which in that heavenly air Bloom the year long! Nay, barren are those mountains and spent the streams: Our song is the voice of desire, that haunts our dreams, A throe of the heart, Whose pining visions dim, forbidden hopes profound, No dying cadence nor long sigh can sound, For all our art. Alone, aloud in the raptured ear of men We pour our dark nocturnal secret; and then, As night is withdrawn From these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May, Dream, while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn. Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-04T01_17_22-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-04T01_17_22-07_00 Fri, 04 Apr 2008 08:17:22 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-04T01_17_22-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,seasonal,spring,gerard,manley,hopkins 94 false Hopkins read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Spring by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844 – 1889) Nothing is so beautiful as spring— When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing; The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling. What is all this juice and all this joy? A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning In Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy, Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning, Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy, Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning. Hopkins read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-02T12_56_21-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-02T12_56_21-07_00 Wed, 02 Apr 2008 19:56:21 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-02T12_56_21-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,anne,bradstreet,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,listening,literature,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,spoken,to,word 89 false Bradstreet read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Upon Some Distemper of Body by Anne Bradstreet (1612 – 1672) In anguish of my heart replete with woes, And wasting pains, which best my body knows, In tossing slumbers on my wakeful bed, Bedrenched with tears that flowed from mournful head, Till nature had exhausted all her store, Then eyes lay dry, disabled to weep more; And looking up unto his throne on high, Who sendeth help to those in misery; He chased away those clouds and let me see My anchor cast i' th' vale with safety. He eased my soul of woe, my flesh of pain, and brought me to the shore from troubled main. Bradstreet read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-01T23_09_39-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-01T23_09_39-07_00 Wed, 02 Apr 2008 06:09:39 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-01T23_09_39-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,wilfred,owen,war 80 false Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Send-off by Wilfred Owen (1893 – 1918) Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way To the siding-shed, And lined the train with faces grimly gay. Their breasts were stuck all white with wreath and spray As men's are, dead. Dull porters watched them, and a casual tramp Stood staring hard, Sorry to miss them from the upland camp. Then, unmoved, signals nodded, and a lamp Winked to the guard. So secretly, like wrongs hushed-up, they went. They were not ours: We never heard to which front these were sent. Nor there if they yet mock what women meant Who gave them flowers. Shall they return to beatings of great bells In wild trainloads? A few, a few, too few for drums and yells, May creep back, silent, to still village wells Up half-known roads. Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-01T00_04_11-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-01T00_04_11-07_00 Tue, 01 Apr 2008 07:04:11 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-04-01T00_04_11-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,robert,browning,seasonal 81 false Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Home Thoughts, from Abroad by Robert Browning (1812 – 1889) O, to be in England Now that April 's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England—now! And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows! Hark, where my blossom'd pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops—at the bent spray's edge— That 's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture! And though the fields look rough with hoary dew, All will be gay when noontide wakes anew The buttercups, the little children's dower —Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower! Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-31T01_40_10-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-31T01_40_10-07_00 Mon, 31 Mar 2008 08:40:10 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-31T01_40_10-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,daffodils,robert,herrick,seasonal,nature 56 false Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- To Daffodils by Robert Herrick (1591 – 1674) Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again. Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-29T13_00_34-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-29T13_00_34-07_00 Sat, 29 Mar 2008 20:00:34 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-29T13_00_34-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud quiet,life,alexander,pope,classic,poetry,aloud,literature,english,spoken,word 90 false This poem was first broadcast on 31 May 2007, and is part of a new series of 'From the Vault', which focuses on poetry 'lost in the archives'. Pope read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- The Quiet Life by Alexander Pope Happy the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day, Sound sleep by night; study and ease Together mixt, sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please With meditation. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie. This poem was first broadcast on 31 May 2007, and is part of a new series of 'From the Vault', wh... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-28T10_57_18-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-28T10_57_18-07_00 Fri, 28 Mar 2008 17:57:18 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-28T10_57_18-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,arthur,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,listening,literature,makers,music,o’shaughnessy,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,spoken,to,word 82 false O’Shaughnessy read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Ode ‘We Are the Music Makers’ by Arthur O'Shaughnessy (1844 – 1881) We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems. With wonderful deathless ditties We build up the world's great cities, And out of a fabulous story We fashion an empire's glory: One man with a dream, at pleasure, Shall go forth and conquer a crown; And three with a new song's measure Can trample an empire down. We, in the ages lying In the buried past of the earth, Built Nineveh with our sighing, And Babel itself with our mirth; And o'erthrew them with prophesying To the old of the new world's worth; For each age is a dream that is dying, Or one that is coming to birth. O’Shaughnessy read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-28T02_25_12-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-28T02_25_12-07_00 Fri, 28 Mar 2008 09:25:12 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-28T02_25_12-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,sleep,sir,philip,sidney 73 false Sidney read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Sleep by Sir Philip Sidney (1554 – 1586) Come, Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, Th' indifferent judge between the high and low; With shield of proof shield me from out the prease Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw: O make in me those civil wars to cease; I will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind of light, A rosy garland and a weary head; And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see. Sidney read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-26T22_38_57-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-26T22_38_57-07_00 Thu, 27 Mar 2008 05:38:57 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-26T22_38_57-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,oak,alfred,lord,tennyson,seasonal,nature,tree 41 false Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Oak by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892) Live thy Life, Young and old, Like yon oak, Bright in spring, Living gold; Summer-rich Then; and then Autumn-changed Soberer-hued Gold again. All his leaves Fall'n at length, Look, he stands, Trunk and bough Naked strength. Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-26T02_52_52-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-26T02_52_52-07_00 Wed, 26 Mar 2008 09:52:52 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-26T02_52_52-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,march,william,wordsworth,seasonal 60 false Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Written in March by William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850) The Cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one! Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill; The plowboy is whooping – anon – anon There’s joy in the mountains; There’s life in the fountains; Small clouds are sailing, Blue sky prevailing; The rain is over and gone! Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-25T02_43_31-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-25T02_43_31-07_00 Tue, 25 Mar 2008 09:43:31 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-25T02_43_31-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,broken,friendship,samuel,taylor,coleridge 57 false Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Broken Friendship by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 – 1834) Alas! they had been friends in youth, But whispering tongues can poison truth! And constancy lives in realms above! And life is thorny, and Youth is vain! And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain! They parted -- ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining! They stood aloof, the scars remaining; Like cliffs which had been rent asunder! A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once had been. Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-22T13_08_44-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-22T13_08_44-07_00 Sat, 22 Mar 2008 20:08:44 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-22T13_08_44-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,charles,kingsley,easter,week,seasonal,spring 61 false Kingsley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Easter Week by Charles Kingsley (1819 – 1875) See the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last from winter snows. Earth with heaven above rejoices; Fields and gardens hail the spring; Shaughs and woodlands ring with voices, While the wild birds build and sing. You, to whom your Maker granted Powers to those sweet birds unknown, Use the craft by God implanted; Use the reason not your own. Here, while heaven and earth rejoices, Each his Easter tribute bring- Work of fingers, chant of voices, Like the birds who build and sing. Kingsley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-21T16_10_43-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-21T16_10_43-07_00 Fri, 21 Mar 2008 23:10:43 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-21T16_10_43-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,flecker,james,elroy 123 false Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Old Ships by James Elroy Flecker (1884 - 1915) I have seen old ships like swans asleep Beyond the village which men call Tyre, With leaden age o'ercargoed, dipping deep For Famagusta and the hidden sun That rings black Cyprus with a lake of fire; And all those ships were certainly so old Who knows how oft with squat and noisy gun, Questing brown slaves or Syrian oranges, The pirate Genoese Hell-raked them till they rolled Blood, water, fruit and corpses up the hold. But now through friendly seas they softly run, Painted the mid-sea blue or shore-sea green, Still patterned with the vine and grapes in gold. But I have seen, Pointing her shapely shadows from the dawn And image tumbed on a rose-swept bay, A drowsy ship of some yet older day; And, wonder's breath indrawn, Thought I - who knows - who knows - but in that same (Fished up beyond Ææa, patched up new - Stern painted brighter blue -) That talkative, bald-headed seaman came (Twelve patient comrades sweating at the oar) From Troy's doom-crimson shore, And with great lies about his wooden horse Set the crew laughing, and forgot his course. It was so old a ship - who knows, who knows? - And yet so beautiful, I watched in vain To see the mast burst open with a rose, And the whole deck put on its leaves again. Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-20T09_41_41-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-20T09_41_41-07_00 Thu, 20 Mar 2008 16:41:41 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-20T09_41_41-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,english,english_literature,poetry,poem,poems,poetry_podcast,reading,spoken_word,homer 484 false Classic Poetry Aloud Reveals the World's Favourite Poems To see the world's 10 most popular poems, visit: http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/worlds-most-popular-poems/ Classic Poetry Aloud Reveals the World's Favourite Poems To see the world's 10 most popular po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-19T23_13_37-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-19T23_13_37-07_00 Thu, 20 Mar 2008 06:13:37 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-19T23_13_37-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,thomas,hardy,snow,winter,seasonal 78 false Hardy read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Snow in the Suburbs by Thomas Hardy (1840 – 1928) Every branch big with it, Bent every twig with it; Every fork like a white web-foot; Every street and pavement mute: Some flakes have lost their way, and grope back upward when Meeting those meandering down they turn and descend again. The palings are glued together like a wall, And there is no waft of wind with the fleecy fall. A sparrow enters the tree, Whereon immediately A snow-lump thrice his own slight size Descends on him and showers his head and eye And overturns him, And near inurns him, And lights on a nether twig, when its brush Starts off a volley of other lodging lumps with a rush. The steps are a blanched slope, Up which, with feeble hope, A black cat comes, wide-eyed and thin; And we take him in. Hardy read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-18T16_12_35-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-18T16_12_35-07_00 Tue, 18 Mar 2008 23:12:35 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-18T16_12_35-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,music,fever,robert,herrick 87 false Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- To Music to Becalm his Fever by Robert Herrick (1591 – 1674) Charm me asleep, and melt me so With thy delicious numbers, That, being ravish'd, hence I go Away in easy slumbers. Ease my sick head, And make my bed, Thou power that canst sever From me this ill, And quickly still, Though thou not kill My fever. Thou sweetly canst convert the same From a consuming fire Into a gentle licking flame, And make it thus expire. Then make me weep My pains asleep; And give me such reposes That I, poor I, May think thereby I live and die 'Mongst roses. Fall on me like the silent dew, Or like those maiden showers Which, by the peep of day, do strew A baptim o'er the flowers. Melt, melt my pains With thy soft strains; That, having ease me given, With full delight I leave this light, And take my flight For Heaven. Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-18T01_31_41-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-18T01_31_41-07_00 Tue, 18 Mar 2008 08:31:41 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-18T01_31_41-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,jerusalem,william,blake,milton 101 false Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- ‘Jerusalem’ from ‘Milton’ by William Blake (1757 – 1827) And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England’s mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England’s pleasant pastures seen? And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic Mills? Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire! I will not cease from mental fight, Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand, Till we have built Jerusalem In England’s green and pleasant land. Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-17T02_23_01-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-17T02_23_01-07_00 Mon, 17 Mar 2008 09:23:01 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-17T02_23_01-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,ae,housman 61 false Housman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Because I liked you better by A. E. Housman (1859 – 1936) Because I liked you better Than suits a man to say, It irked you, and I promised To throw the thought away. To put the world between us We parted, stiff and dry; "Good-bye," said you, "forget me." "I will, no fear," said I. If here, where clover whitens The dead man's knoll, you pass, And no tall flower to meet you Starts in the trefoiled grass, Halt by the headstone naming The heart no longer stirred, And say the lad that loved you Was one that kept his word. Housman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-14T12_17_45-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-14T12_17_45-07_00 Fri, 14 Mar 2008 19:17:45 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-14T12_17_45-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,seasonal,rudyard,kipling 230 false The Gods of the Copybook Headings by Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place. Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all. We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn: But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind, So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind. We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace, Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place, But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome. With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch, They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch; They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings; So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things. When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace. They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease. But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know." On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life (Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife) Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death." In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all, By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul; But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die." Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more. As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man There are only four things certain since Social Progress began. That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire, And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire; And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins, As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will bum, The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return. The Gods of the Copybook Headings by Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) As I pass through my incar... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-14T01_29_24-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-14T01_29_24-07_00 Fri, 14 Mar 2008 08:29:24 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-14T01_29_24-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,seasonal,october,edward,thomas 96 false Edward Thomas read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- October by Edward Thomas (1878 – 1917) The green elm with the one great bough of gold Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by one, – The short hill grass, the mushrooms small milk-white, Harebell and scabious and tormentil, That blackberry and gorse, in dew and sun, Bow down to; and the wind travels too light To shake the fallen birch leaves from the fern; The gossamers wander at their own will. At heavier steps than birds' the squirrels scold. The rich scene has grown fresh again and new As Spring and to the touch is not more cool Than it is warm to the gaze; and now I might As happy be as earth is beautiful, Were I some other or with earth could turn In alternation of violet and rose, Harebell and snowdrop, at their season due, And gorse that has no time not to be gay. But if this be not happiness, – who knows? Some day I shall think this a happy day, And this mood by the name of melancholy Shall no more blackened and obscured be. Edward Thomas read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-13T00_30_48-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-13T00_30_48-07_00 Thu, 13 Mar 2008 07:30:48 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-13T00_30_48-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,henry,king,flowers 74 false King read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- A Contemplation upon Flowers by Henry King, Bishop of Chichester (1592 – 1669) Brave flowers—that I could gallant it like you, And be as little vain! You come abroad, and make a harmless show, And to your beds of earth again. You are not proud: you know your birth: For your embroider'd garments are from earth. You do obey your months and times, but I Would have it ever Spring: My fate would know no Winter, never die, Nor think of such a thing. O that I could my bed of earth but view And smile, and look as cheerfully as you! O teach me to see Death and not to fear, But rather to take truce! How often have I seen you at a bier, And there look fresh and spruce! You fragrant flowers! then teach me, that my breath Like yours may sweeten and perfume my death. King read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-11T15_39_55-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-11T15_39_55-07_00 Tue, 11 Mar 2008 22:39:55 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-11T15_39_55-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,sonnet,75,edmund,spenser 68 false Spenser read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Sonnet 75 by Edmund Spenser (1552 – 1599) One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize! For I myself shall like to this decay, And eek my name be wiped out likewise. Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise To die in dust, but you shall live by fame: My verse your virtues rare shall eternize, And in the heavens write your glorious name; Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue, Our love shall live, and later life renew. Spenser read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-11T01_03_44-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-11T01_03_44-07_00 Tue, 11 Mar 2008 08:03:44 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-11T01_03_44-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,byron,darkness 356 false Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Darkness by George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788 – 1824) I had a dream, which was not all a dream, The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless; and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day, And men forgot their passions in the dread Of this their desolation: and all hearts Were chill’d into a selfish prayer for light: And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones, The palaces of crowned kings—the huts, The habitations of all things which dwell, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed, And men were gathered round their blazing homes To look once more into each other’s face Happy were those who dwelt within the eye Of the volcanoes, and their mountain-torch: A fearful hope was all the world contained; Forests were set on fire—but hour by hour They fell and faded—and the crackling trunks Extinguish’d with a crash—and all was black. The brows of men by the despairing light Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits The flashes fell upon them; some lay down And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest Their chins upon their clenched hands and smiled; And others hurried to and fro, and fed Their funeral piles with fuel, and look’d up With mad disquietude on the dull sky, The pall of a past world; and then again With curses cast them down upon the dust, And gnash’d their teeth and howl’d: the wild birds shriek’d, And, terrified, did flutter on the ground. And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl’d And twined themselves among the multitude, Hissing, but stingless—they were slain for food: And War, which for a moment was no more, Did glut himself again:—a meal was bought With blood, and each sate sullenly apart Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left; All earth was but one thought—and that was death Immediate and inglorious; and the pang Of famine fed upon all entrails—men Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh; The meagre by the meagre were devour’d, Even dogs assail’d their masters, all save one, And he was faithful to a corse, and kept The birds and beasts and famish’d men at bay, Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food, But with a piteous and perpetual moan, And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand Which answer’d not with a caress—he died. The crowd was famish’d by degrees; but two Of an enormous city did survive, And they were enemies: they met beside The dying embers of an altar-place, Where had been heap’d a mass of holy things For an unholy usage; they raked up, And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Blew for a little life, and made a flame Which was a mockery; then they lifted up Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld Each other’s aspects—saw and shriek’d, and died— Ev’n of their mutual hideousness they died, Unknowing who he was upon whose brow Famine had written Fiend. The world was void, The populous, and the powerful was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless, A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay. The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still, And nothing stirr’d within their silent depths; Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea, And their masts fell down piecemeal; as they dropp’d, They slept on the abyss without a surge— The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The Moon, their mistress, had expired before; The winds were wither’d in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish’d; Darkness had no need Of aid(continued) Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-10T01_31_50-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-10T01_31_50-07_00 Mon, 10 Mar 2008 08:31:50 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-10T01_31_50-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,joaquin,miller 57 false For Those Who Fail by Joaquin Miller (1841? – 1913) "All honor to him who shall win the prize," The world has cried for a thousand years; But to him who tries and who fails and dies, I give great honor and glory and tears. O great is the hero who wins a name, But greater many and many a time, Some pale-faced fellow who dies in shame, And lets God finish the thought sublime. And great is the man with a sword undrawn, And good is the man who refrains from wine; But the man who fails and yet fights on, Lo! he is the twin-born brother of mine! For Those Who Fail by Joaquin Miller (1841? – 1913) "All honor to him who shall win the priz... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-07T09_25_07-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-07T09_25_07-08_00 Fri, 07 Mar 2008 17:25:07 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-07T09_25_07-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,genius,loci,margaret,woods,ancient,greece 104 false Woods read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Genius Loci by Margaret Woods Peace, Shepherd, peace! What boots it singing on? Since long ago grace-giving Phoebus died, And all the train that loved the stream-bright side Of the poetic mount with him are gone Beyond the shores of Styx and Acheron, In unexplorèd realms of night to hide. The clouds that strew their shadows far and wide Are all of Heaven that visits Helicon. Yet here, where never muse or god did haunt, Still may some nameless power of Nature stray, Pleased with the reedy stream's continual chant And purple pomp of these broad fields in May. The shepherds meet him where he herds the kine, And careless pass him by whose is the gift divine. Woods read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-07T00_17_39-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-07T00_17_39-08_00 Fri, 07 Mar 2008 08:17:39 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-07T00_17_39-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,fifer,funeral,he,life,listening,literature,lived,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,spoken,to,word 95 false Fifer read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- He Lived a Life by H Fifer What was his creed? I do not know his creed; I only know That here below, he walked the common road And lifted many a load, lightened the task, Brightened the day for others toiling on a weary way: This, his only meed; I do not know his creed. What was his creed ? I never heard him speak Of visions rapturous, of Alpine peak Of doctrine, dogma, new or old: But this I know, he was forever bold To stand alone, to face the challenge of each day, And live the truth, so far as he could see The truth that evermore makes free. His creed? I care not what his creed; Enough that never yielded he to greed, But served a brother in his daily need; Plucked many a thorn and planted many a flower ; Glorified the service of each hour; Had faith in God, himself, and fellow-men; Perchance he never thought in terms of creed; I only know he lived a life, in deed! Fifer read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-06T00_26_17-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-06T00_26_17-08_00 Thu, 06 Mar 2008 08:26:17 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-06T00_26_17-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,sonnets,from,portuguese,elizabeth,barrett,browning 72 false EB Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Sonnets from the Portuguese V by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806 – 1861) When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening wings break into fire At either curving point,—what bitter wrong Can the earth do us, that we should not long Be here contented? Think! In mounting higher, The angels would press on us, and aspire To drop some golden orb of perfect song Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay Rather on earth, Belovèd—where the unfit Contrarious moods of men recoil away And isolate pure spirits, and permit A place to stand and love in for a day, With darkness and the death-hour rounding it. EB Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-05T02_33_35-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-05T02_33_35-08_00 Wed, 05 Mar 2008 10:33:35 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-05T02_33_35-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,thomas,wyatt 73 false Wyatt read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Lover’s Appeal by Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503 – 1542) And wilt thou leave me thus! Say nay! say nay! for shame! To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame. And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! say nay! And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath loved thee so long In wealth and woe among: And is thy heart so strong As for to leave me thus? Say nay! say nay! And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath given thee my heart Never for to depart Neither for pain nor smart: And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! say nay! And wilt thou leave me thus, And have no more pity Of him that loveth thee? Alas! thy cruelty! And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! say nay! Wyatt read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-03T23_57_34-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-03T23_57_34-08_00 Tue, 04 Mar 2008 07:57:34 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-03T23_57_34-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,alexander,pope 104 false Pope read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Nature and Art from An Essay on Criticism: Part 1 by Alexander Pope (1688 – 1744) First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchang'd, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of art. Art from that fund each just supply provides, Works without show, and without pomp presides: In some fair body thus th' informing soul With spirits feeds, with vigour fills the whole, Each motion guides, and ev'ry nerve sustains; Itself unseen, but in th' effects, remains. Some, to whom Heav'n in wit has been profuse, Want as much more, to turn it to its use; For wit and judgment often are at strife, Though meant each other's aid, like man and wife. 'Tis more to guide, than spur the Muse's steed; Restrain his fury, than provoke his speed; The winged courser, like a gen'rous horse, Shows most true mettle when you check his course. Those Rules of old discover'd, not devis'd, Are Nature still, but Nature methodis'd; Nature, like liberty, is but restrain'd By the same laws which first herself ordain'd. Pope read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-03-03T00_25_33-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-03T00_25_33-08_00 Mon, 03 Mar 2008 08:25:33 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-03-03T00_25_33-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,waikiki,rupert,brooke 83 false Brooke read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Waikiki by Rupert Brooke (1887 – 1915) Warm perfumes like a breath from vine and tree Drift down the darkness. Plangent, hidden from eyes, Somewhere an eukaleli thrills and cries And stabs with pain the night’s brown savagery. And dark scents whisper; and dim waves creep to me, Gleam like a woman’s hair, stretch out, and rise; And new stars burn into the ancient skies, Over the murmurous soft Hawaian sea. And I recall, lose, grasp, forget again, And still remember, a tale I have heard, or known, An empty tale, of idleness and pain, Of two that loved—or did not love—and one Whose perplexed heart did evil, foolishly, A long while since, and by some other sea. Brooke read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-29T02_21_58-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-29T02_21_58-08_00 Fri, 29 Feb 2008 10:21:58 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-29T02_21_58-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,raven,edgar,allan,poe 531 false Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'T is some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door; Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating "'T is some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"—here I opened wide the door:— Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore:" Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore; Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore: 'T is the wind and nothing more." Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door, Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door: Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore." But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered, Till I scarcely more than muttered,—"Other friends have flown before; On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before." Then the bird said, "Nevermore." Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from(continued) Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-29T00_47_26-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-29T00_47_26-08_00 Fri, 29 Feb 2008 08:47:26 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-29T00_47_26-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,dowson,english,ernest,is,life,listening,literature,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,short,spoken,to,word 56 false Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam (The brief sum of life forbids us the hope of enduring long - Horace) by Ernest Dowson (1867 – 1900) They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, Love and desire and hate: I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate. They are not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream. Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam (The brief sum of life forbids us the hope of ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-28T06_25_43-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-28T06_25_43-08_00 Thu, 28 Feb 2008 14:25:43 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-28T06_25_43-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,john,wilmot,earl,of,rochester 94 false Wilmot read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- To My More Than Meritorious Wife by John Wilmot 2nd Earl of Rochester (1647 – 1680) I am, by fate, slave to your will And shall be most obedient still. To show my love, I will compose ye, For your fair finger's ring, a posy, In which shall be expressed my duty, And how I'll be forever true t'ye. With low-made legs and sugared speeches, Yielding to your fair bum the breeches, I'll show myself, in all I can, Your faithful, humble servant, John. Wilmot read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-27T01_35_21-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-27T01_35_21-08_00 Wed, 27 Feb 2008 09:35:21 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-27T01_35_21-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,timber,henry,vaughan 103 false Vaughan read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Timber by Henry Vaughan (1621 – 1695) Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs, Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, Pass'd o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings, Which now are dead, lodg'd in thy living bowers. And still a new succession sings and flies; Fresh groves grow up, and their green branches shoot Towards the old and still enduring skies, While the low violet thrives at their root. But thou beneath the sad and heavy line Of death, doth waste all senseless, cold, and dark; Where not so much as dreams of light may shine, Nor any thoughts of greenness, leaf, or bark. And yet—as if some deep hate and dissent, Bred in thy growth betwixt high winds and thee, Were still alive—thou dost great storms resent Before they come, and know'st how near they be. Else all at rest thou liest, and the fierce breath Of tempests can no more disturb thy ease; But this thy strange resentment after death Means only those who broke—in life—thy peace. Vaughan read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-26T00_08_58-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-26T00_08_58-08_00 Tue, 26 Feb 2008 08:08:58 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-26T00_08_58-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,oscar,wilde 89 false Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Libertatis Sacra Fames by Oscar Wilde(1854 – 1900) Albeit nurtured in democracy, And liking best that state republican Where every man is Kinglike and no man Is crowned above his fellows, yet I see, Spite of this modern fret for Liberty, Better the rule of One, whom all obey, Than to let clamorous demagogues betray Our freedom with the kiss of anarchy. Wherefore I love them not whose hands profane Plant the red flag upon the piled-up street For no right cause, beneath whose ignorant reign Arts, Culture, Reverence, Honour, all things fade, Save Treason and the dagger of her trade, And Murder with his silent bloody feet. Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-25T01_31_16-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-25T01_31_16-08_00 Mon, 25 Feb 2008 09:31:16 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-25T01_31_16-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,browning,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,listening,literature,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,robert,séparation,spoken,to,word 80 false Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Lost Mistress by Robert Browning (1812 – 1889) All 's over, then: does truth sound bitter As one at first believes? Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter About your cottage eaves! And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly, I noticed that, to-day; One day more bursts them open fully —You know the red turns gray. To-morrow we meet the same then, dearest? May I take your hand in mine? Mere friends are we,—well, friends the merest Keep much that I resign: For each glance of the eye so bright and black, Though I keep with heart's endeavour,— Your voice, when you wish the snowdrops back, Though it stay in my soul for ever!— Yet I will but say what mere friends say, Or only a thought stronger; I will hold your hand but as long as all may, Or so very little longer! Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-23T06_14_21-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-23T06_14_21-08_00 Sat, 23 Feb 2008 14:14:21 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-23T06_14_21-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,crab,crabbe,english,george,listening,literature,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,spoken,to,word 214 false Crabbe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- from Village Life - As It Is by George Crabbe (1754 – 1832) I grant indeed that fields and flocks have charms For him that grazes or for him that farms; But when amid such pleasing scenes I trace The poor laborious natives of the place, And see the mid-day sun, with fervid ray, On their bare heads and dewy temples play; While some with feebler heads and fainter hearts, Deplore their fortune, yet sustain their parts: Then shall I dare these real ills to hide In tinsel trappings of poetic pride? No; cast by Fortune on a frowning coast, Which neither groves nor happy valleys boast; Where other cares than those the Muse relates, And other shepherds dwell with other mates; By such examples taught, I paint the Cot, As Truth will paint it, and as Bards will not: Nor you, ye poor, of letter'd scorn complain, To you the smoothest song is smooth in vain; O'ercome by labour, and bow'd down by time, Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme? Can poets soothe you, when you pine for bread, By winding myrtles round your ruin'd shed? Can their light tales your weighty griefs o'erpower Or glad with airy mirth the toilsome hour? Lo! where the heath, with withering brake grown o'er, Lends the light turf that warms the neighbouring poor; From thence a length of burning sand appears, Where the thin harvest waves its wither'd ears; Rank weeds, that every art and care defy, Reign o'er the land, and rob the blighted rye: There thistles stretch their prickly arms afar, And to the ragged infant threaten war; There poppies nodding, mock the hope of toil; There the blue bugloss paints the sterile soil; Hardy and high, above the slender sheaf, The slimy mallow waves her silky leaf; O'er the young shoot the charlock throws a shade, And clasping tares cling round the sickly blade; With mingled tints the rocky coasts abound, And a sad splendour vainly shines around. So looks the nymph whom wretched arts adorn, Betray'd by man, then left for man to scorn; Whose cheek in vain assumes the mimic rose, While her sad eyes the troubled breast disclose; Whose outward splendour is but folly's dress, Exposing most, when most it gilds distress. Here joyous roam a wild amphibious race, With sullen woe display'd in every face; Who, far from civil arts and social fly, And scowl at strangers with suspicious eye. http://www.gradesaver.com/classicnotes/titles/crabbe/essay1.html About George Crabbe: http://infomotions.com/etexts/gutenberg/dirs/1/1/0/8/11088/11088.htm Crabbe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-22T00_46_49-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-22T00_46_49-08_00 Fri, 22 Feb 2008 08:46:49 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-22T00_46_49-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,reaper,william,wordsworth 101 false Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Reaper by William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850) Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself;— Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for a vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chant More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands; No sweeter voice was ever heard In springtime from the cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings?— Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago, Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again! Whate’er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o’er the sickle bending;— I listen’d till I had my fill; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore Long after it was heard no more. Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-20T15_21_01-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-20T15_21_01-08_00 Wed, 20 Feb 2008 23:21:01 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-20T15_21_01-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,anthea,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,herrick,listening,literature,love,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,robert,spoken,to,word 74 false Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- To Anthea, who may command him Anything by Robert Herrick (1591 – 1674) Bid me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be; Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart I'll give to thee. Bid that heart stay, and it will stay To honour thy decree: Or bid it languish quite away, And 't shall do so for thee. Bid me to weep, and I will weep While I have eyes to see: And, having none, yet will I keep A heart to weep for thee. Bid me despair, and I'll despair Under that cypress-tree: Or bid me die, and I will dare E'en death to die for thee. Thou art my life, my love my heart, The very eyes of me: And hast command of every part To live and die for thee. Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-19T22_35_43-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-19T22_35_43-08_00 Wed, 20 Feb 2008 06:35:43 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-19T22_35_43-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,walt,whitman 118 false Whitman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Unfolded Out of the Folds by Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) Unfolded out of the folds of the woman, man comes unfolded, and is always to come unfolded; Unfolded only out of the superbest woman of the earth, is to come the superbest man of the earth; Unfolded out of the friendliest woman, is to come the friendliest man; Unfolded only out of the perfect body of a woman, can a man be form’d of perfect body; Unfolded only out of the inimitable poem of the woman, can come the poems of man—(only thence have my poems come; ) Unfolded out of the strong and arrogant woman I love, only thence can appear the strong and arrogant man I love; Unfolded by brawny embraces from the well-muscled woman I love, only thence come the brawny embraces of the man; Unfolded out of the folds of the woman’s brain, come all the folds of the man’s brain, duly obedient; Unfolded out of the justice of the woman, all justice is unfolded; Unfolded out of the sympathy of the woman is all sympathy: A man is a great thing upon the earth, and through eternity — but every jot of the greatness of man is unfolded out of woman, First the man is shaped in the woman, he can then be shaped in himself. Whitman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-19T00_01_39-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-19T00_01_39-08_00 Tue, 19 Feb 2008 08:01:39 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-19T00_01_39-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,english,john,listening,literature,mccrae,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,spoken,to,unsolved,word 69 false McCrae read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Unsolved by John McCrae (1872 – 1918) Amid my books I lived the hurrying years, Disdaining kinship with my fellow man; Alike to me were human smiles and tears, I cared not whither Earth's great life-stream ran, Till as I knelt before my mouldered shrine, God made me look into a woman's eyes; And I, who thought all earthly wisdom mine, Knew in a moment that the eternal skies Were measured but in inches, to the quest That lay before me in that mystic gaze. "Surely I have been errant: it is best That I should tread, with men their human ways." God took the teacher, ere the task was learned, And to my lonely books again I turned. McCrae read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-18T05_50_24-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-18T05_50_24-08_00 Mon, 18 Feb 2008 13:50:24 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-18T05_50_24-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,sir,thomas,wyatt 156 false Wyatt read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- I am as I am by Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503 – 1542) I am as I am and so will I be But how that I am none knoweth truly, Be it evil be it well, be I bond be I free I am as I am and so will I be. I lead my life indifferently, I mean nothing but honestly, And though folks judge diversely, I am as I am and so will I die. I do not rejoice nor yet complain, Both mirth and sadness I do refrain, And use the mean since folks will fain Yet I am as I am be it pleasure or pain. Divers do judge as they do true, Some of pleasure and some of woe, Yet for all that no thing they know, But I am as I am wheresoever I go. But since judgers do thus decay, Let every man his judgement say: I will it take in sport and play, For I am as I am who so ever say nay. Who judgeth well, well God him send; Who judgeth evil, God them amend; To judge the best therefore intend, For I am as I am and so will I end. Yet some that be that take delight To judge folks thought for envy and spite, But whether they judge me wrong or right, I am as I am and so do I write. Praying you all that this do read, To trust it as you do your creed, And not to think I change my weed, For I am as I am however I speed. But how that is I leave to you; Judge as ye list, false or true; Ye know no more than afore ye knew; Yet I am as I am whatever ensue. And from this mind I will not flee, But to you all that misjudge me, I do protest as ye may see, That I am as I am and so will I be. Wyatt read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-15T23_01_41-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-15T23_01_41-08_00 Sat, 16 Feb 2008 07:01:41 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-15T23_01_41-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,ballard,of,gaol,jail,oscar,wilde 181 false Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- from The Ballard of Reading Gaol by Oscar Wilde (1854 – 1900) He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands When they found him with the dead, The poor dead woman whom he loved, And murdered in her bed. He walked amongst the Trial Men In a suit of shabby grey; A cricket cap was on his head, And his step seemed light and gay; But I never saw a man who looked So wistfully at the day. I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky, And at every drifting cloud that went With sails of silver by. I walked, with other souls in pain, Within another ring, And was wondering if the man had done A great or little thing, When a voice behind me whispered low, "That fellow’s got to swing." Dear Christ! the very prison walls Suddenly seemed to reel, And the sky above my head became Like a casque of scorching steel; And, though I was a soul in pain, My pain I could not feel. I only knew what hunted thought Quickened his step, and why He looked upon the garish day With such a wistful eye; The man had killed the thing he loved And so he had to die. Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die. He does not die a death of shame On a day of dark disgrace, Nor have a noose about his neck, Nor a cloth upon his face, Nor drop feet foremost through the floor Into an empty place. Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-15T01_17_51-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-15T01_17_51-08_00 Fri, 15 Feb 2008 09:17:51 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-15T01_17_51-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,death,war,alan,seeger 103 false Seeger read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- I have a Rendezvous with Death by Alan Seeger (1888 – 1916) I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air – I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into his dark land And close my eyes and quench my breath – It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring comes round again this year And the first meadow-flowers appear. God knows 'twere better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where love throbs out in blissful sleep, Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath, Where hushed awakenings are dear... But I've a rendezvous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, When Spring trips north again this year, And I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous. Seeger read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-14T00_06_26-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-14T00_06_26-08_00 Thu, 14 Feb 2008 08:06:26 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-14T00_06_26-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,dante,gabriel,rossetti,love 62 false Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Sudden Light by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 – 1882) I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before,— How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow’s soar Your neck turn’d so, Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore. Has this been thus before? And shall not thus time’s eddying flight Still with our lives our love restore In death’s despite, And day and night yield one delight once more? Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-13T00_02_13-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-13T00_02_13-08_00 Wed, 13 Feb 2008 08:02:13 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-13T00_02_13-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,love,ella,wheeler,wilcox 100 false Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Reunited by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1855 – 1919) Let us begin, dear love, where we left off; Tie up the broken threads of that old dream, And go on happy as before, and seem Lovers again, though all the world may scoff. Let us forget the graves which lie between Our parting and our meeting, and the tears That rusted out the gold-work of the years, The frosts that fell upon our gardens green. Let us forget the cold, malicious Fate Who made our loving hearts her idle toys, And once more revel in the old sweet joys Of happy love. Nay, it is not too late! Forget the deep-ploughed furrows in my brow; Forget the silver gleaming in my hair; Look only in my eyes! Oh! darling, there The old love shone no warmer then than now. Down in the tender deeps of thy dear eyes I find the lost sweet memory of my youth, Bright with the holy radiance of thy truth, And hallowed with the blue of summer skies. Tie up the broken threads and let us go, Like reunited lovers, hand in hand, Back, and yet onward, to the sunny land Of our To Be, which was our Long Ago. Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-12T01_47_59-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-12T01_47_59-08_00 Tue, 12 Feb 2008 09:47:59 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-12T01_47_59-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,love,sir,philip,sidney 66 false Sidney read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- My True Love Hath My Heart And I Have His by Sir Philip Sidney (1554 – 1586) My true-love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange one for the other given. I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss: There never was a bargain better driven. His heart in me keeps me and him in one; My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides: He loves my heart, for once it was his own; I cherish his because in me it bides. His heart his wound received from my sight; My heart was wounded with his wounded heart; For as from me on him his hurt did light, So still, methought, in me his hurt did smart: Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss, My true love hath my heart and I have his. Sidney read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-11T00_56_40-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-11T00_56_40-08_00 Mon, 11 Feb 2008 08:56:40 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-11T00_56_40-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,love,surrender,emily,dickinson 59 false Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Surrender by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886) Doubt me, my dim companion! Why, God would be content With but a fraction of the love Poured thee without a stint. The whole of me, forever, What more the woman can, -- Say quick, that I may dower thee With last delight I own! It cannot be my spirit, For that was thine before; I ceded all of dust I knew, -- What opulence the more Had I, a humble maiden, Whose farthest of degree Was that she might, Some distant heaven, Dwell timidly with thee! Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-09T15_52_23-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-09T15_52_23-08_00 Sat, 09 Feb 2008 23:52:23 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-09T15_52_23-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,love,andrew,marvell 75 false Marvell read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Fair Singer by Andrew Marvell (1621 – 1678) To make a final conquest of all me, Love did compose so sweet an enemy, In whom both beauties to my death agree, Joining themselves in fatal harmony; That, while she with her eyes my heart does bind, She with her voice might captivate my mind. I could have fled from one but singly fair ; My disentangled soul itself might save, Breaking the curlèd trammels of her hair ; But how should I avoid to be her slave, When subtle art invisibly can wreathe My fetters of the very air I breathe ? It had been easy fighting in some plain, Where victory might hang in equal choice, But all resistance against her is vain, Who has the advantage both of eyes and voice; And all my forces needs must be undone, She having gained both the wind and sun. Marvell read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-09T01_16_09-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-09T01_16_09-08_00 Sat, 09 Feb 2008 09:16:09 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-09T01_16_09-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,revelation,sir,edmund,gosse 112 false Gosse read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Revelation by Sir Edmund Gosse (1849–1928) Into the silver night She brought with her pale hand The topaz lanthorn-light, And darted splendour o'er the land; Around her in a band, Ringstraked and pied, the great soft moths came flying, And flapping with their mad wings, fann'd The flickering flame, ascending, falling, dying. Behind the thorny pink Close wall of blossom'd may, I gazed thro' one green chink And saw no more than thousands may,— Saw sweetness, tender and gay,— Saw full rose lips as rounded as the cherry, Saw braided locks more dark than bay, And flashing eyes decorous, pure, and merry. With food for furry friends She pass'd, her lamp and she, Till eaves and gable-ends Hid all that saffron sheen from me: Around my rosy tree Once more the silver-starry night was shining, With depths of heaven, dewy and free, And crystals of a carven moon declining. Alas! for him who dwells In frigid air of thought, When warmer light dispels The frozen calm his spirit sought; By life too lately taught He sees the ecstatic Human from him stealing; Reels from the joy experience brought, And dares not clutch what Love was half revealing. Gosse read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-08T00_01_40-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-08T00_01_40-08_00 Fri, 08 Feb 2008 08:01:40 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-08T00_01_40-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,robert,bridges,love 89 false Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Absence by Robert Bridges (1844–1930) When my love was away, Full three days were not sped, I caught my fancy astray Thinking if she were dead, And I alone, alone: It seem'd in my misery In all the world was none Ever so lone as I. I wept; but it did not shame Nor comfort my heart: away I rode as I might, and came To my love at close of day. The sight of her still'd my fears, My fairest-hearted love: And yet in her eyes were tears: Which when I question'd of, 'O now thou art come,' she cried, ''Tis fled: but I thought to-day I never could here abide, If thou wert longer away.' This poem is part of Love Poetry Week on Classic Poetry Aloud. For the week's introductory podcast, visit: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-07T08_04_59-08_00 Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-07T08_04_59-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-07T08_04_59-08_00 Thu, 07 Feb 2008 16:04:59 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-07T08_04_59-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,love 257 false Love Poetry read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Poetry in the lead up to Valentine’s Day will include: 8th February: New love – Absence by Robert Bridges 9th February: The need for love – Revelation by Sir Edmund Gosse 10th February: Love as conquest – The Fair Singer by Andrew Marvell 11th February: Love as surrender – Surrender by Emily Dickinson 12th February: Love of friendship – My True-Love Hath my Heart by Sir Philip Sidney 13th February: Love after many years – Reunited by Ella Wheeler Wilcox 14th February: The promise of future love – Sudden Light by Dante Gabriel Rossetti Love’s Secret by William Blake (1757 – 1827) Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart; Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears, Ah! she did depart! Soon as she was gone from me, A traveller came by, Silently, invisibly He took her with a sigh. Love Hate Poem by Ellen P. Allerton (1835 – 1893) Although a thousand leagues two hearts divide, That love has joined, the gulf is not so great As that twixt two, who, dwelling side by side Behold between, the black abyss of Hate. Jenny Kissed Me by James Leigh Hunt (1784 – 1859) Jenny kiss'd me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have miss'd me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kiss'd me. Love Poetry read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-06T04_28_41-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-06T04_28_41-08_00 Wed, 06 Feb 2008 12:28:41 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-06T04_28_41-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,elizabeth,barrett,browning 72 false browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Go From Me, Sonnets from the Portuguese iii by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806 – 1861) Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before, Without the sense of that which I forbore— Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine With pulses that beat double. What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue God for myself, He hears that name of thine, And sees within my eyes the tears of two. browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-05T02_13_33-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-05T02_13_33-08_00 Tue, 05 Feb 2008 10:13:33 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-05T02_13_33-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,darley,english,george,listening,literature,love,loveliness,of,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,spoken,to,word 130 false Darley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Loveliness of Love by George Darley (1795–1846) It is not Beauty I demand, A crystal brow, the moon’s despair, Nor the snow’s daughter, a white hand, Nor mermaid’s yellow pride of hair: Tell me not of your starry eyes, Your lips that seem on roses fed, Your breasts, where Cupid tumbling lies Nor sleeps for kissing of his bed:— A bloomy pair of vermeil cheeks Like Hebe’s in her ruddiest hours, A breath that softer music speaks Than summer winds a-wooing flowers, These are but gauds; nay, what are lips: Coral beneath the ocean-stream, Whose brink when your adventurer slips Full oft he perisheth on them. And what are cheeks but ensigns oft That wave hot youth to fields of blood? Did Helen’s breast, though ne’er so soft, Do Greece or Ilium any good? Eyes can with baleful ardour burn; Poison can breathe, than erst perfumed; There’s many a white hand holds an urn With lovers’ hearts to dust consumed. For crystal brows there’s nought within; They are but empty cells for pride; He who the Syren’s hair would win Is mostly strangled in the tide. Give me, instead of Beauty’s bust, A tender heart, a loyal mind Which with temptation I would trust, Yet never link’d with error find,— One in whose gentle bosom I Could pour my secret heart of woes, Like the case-burthen’d honey-fly That hides his murmurs in the rose— My earthly Comforter! whose love So indefeasible might be That, when my spirit wonn’d above Hers could not stay, for sympathy. Darley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-04T05_18_04-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-04T05_18_04-08_00 Mon, 04 Feb 2008 13:18:04 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-04T05_18_04-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,character,of,happy,life,sir,henry,wooton 89 false Wooton read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Character of a Happy Life by Sir Henry Wooton (1568 – 1639) How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise, Nor vice; who never understood How deepest wounds are given by praise; Nor rules of state, but rules of good; Who hath his life from rumours freed; Whose conscience is his strong retreat; Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Nor ruin make oppressors great; Who God doth late and early pray More of His grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend; —This man is free from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And having nothing, yet hath all. Wooton read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-03T11_41_27-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-03T11_41_27-08_00 Sun, 03 Feb 2008 19:41:27 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-03T11_41_27-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,war,strange,meeting,wilfred,owen 203 false Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Strange Meeting by Wilfred Owen (1893 – 1918) It seemed that out of the battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which Titanic wars had groined. Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned, Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred. Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared With piteous recognition in fixed eyes, Lifting distressful hands as if to bless. And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall; With a thousand fears that vision's face was grained; Yet no blood reached there from the upper ground, And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan. "Strange, friend," I said, "Here is no cause to mourn." "None," said the other, "Save the undone years, The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours, Was my life also; I went hunting wild After the wildest beauty in the world, Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair, But mocks the steady running of the hour, And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here. For by my glee might many men have laughed, And of my weeping something has been left, Which must die now. I mean the truth untold, The pity of war, the pity war distilled. Now men will go content with what we spoiled. Or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled. They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress, None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress. Courage was mine, and I had mystery; Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery; To miss the march of this retreating world Into vain citadels that are not walled. Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels I would go up and wash them from sweet wells, Even with truths that lie too deep for taint. I would have poured my spirit without stint But not through wounds; not on the cess of war. Foreheads of men have bled where no wounds were. I am the enemy you killed, my friend. I knew you in this dark; for so you frowned Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed. I parried; but my hands were loath and cold. Let us sleep now..." For other readings of Wilfred Owen's work, visit: http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/category/Wilfred-Owen/ This was taken off Classic Poetry Aloud in November, after technical difficulties. Here are the other poems of War Poetry Week: The Soldier by Rupert Brooke http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-02T04_04_52-08_00 Band of Brother Speech by William Shakespeare http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-08T00_05_27-08_00 Ball's Bluff by Herman Melville http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-07T00_09_58-08_00 The Man with the Wooden Leg by Katherine Mansfield http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-05T23_57_21-08_00 Fears In Solitude by Samuel Taylor Coleridge http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-04T23_21_47-08_00 Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-02-02T04_04_52-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-02T04_04_52-08_00 Sat, 02 Feb 2008 12:04:52 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-02-02T04_04_52-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,soldier,rupert,brooke 90 false Brooke read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Soldier by Rupert Brooke (1887 – 1915) If I should die, think only this of me: That there’s some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England’s, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home. And think, this heart, all evil shed away, A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given; Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness, In hearts at peace, under an English heaven. This was taken off Classic Poetry Aloud in November, after technical difficulties. Here are the other poems of War Poetry Week: Band of Brother Speech by Shakespeare http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-08T00_05_27-08_00 Ball's Bluff by Melville http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-07T00_09_58-08_00 The Man with the Wooden Leg by Mansfield http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-05T23_57_21-08_00 Fears In Solitude by Coleridge http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-04T23_21_47-08_00 Brooke read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-31T14_29_53-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-31T14_29_53-08_00 Thu, 31 Jan 2008 22:29:53 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-31T14_29_53-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,cell,john,thelwall 75 false Thelwall read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Cell by John Thelwall (1764 – 1834) Within the Dungeon's noxious gloom The Patriot still, with dauntless breast, The cheerful aspect can assume— And smile—in conscious Virtue blest! The damp foul floor, the ragged wall, And shattered window, grated high; The trembling Ruffian may appal, Whose thoughts no sweet resource supply. But he, unaw'd by guilty fears, (To Freedom and his Country true) Who o'er a race of well-spent years Can cast the retrospective view, Looks inward to his heart, and sees The objects that must ever please. For more about Thelwall, see: http://www.lib.rochester.edu/CAMELOT/auth/thelwall.htm Thelwall read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-31T05_53_15-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-31T05_53_15-08_00 Thu, 31 Jan 2008 13:53:15 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-31T05_53_15-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,show,me,way,ella,wheeler,wilcox 100 false Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Show me the Way by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Show me the way that leads to the true life. I do not care what tempests may assail me, I shall be given courage for the strife; I know my strength will not desert or fail me; I know that I shall conquer in the fray: Show me the way. Show me the way up to a higher plane, Where body shall be servant to the soul. I do not care what tides of woe or pain Across my life their angry waves may roll, If I but reach the end I seek, some day: Show me the way. Show me the way, and let me bravely climb Above vain grievings for unworthy treasures; Above all sorrow that finds balm in time; Above small triumphs or belittling pleasures; Up to those heights where these things seem child's-play: Show me the way. Show me the way to that calm, perfect peace Which springs from an inward consciousness of right; To where all conflicts with the flesh shall cease, And self shall radiate with the spirit's light. Though hard the journey and the strife, I pray, Show me the way. Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-29T23_16_14-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-29T23_16_14-08_00 Wed, 30 Jan 2008 07:16:14 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-29T23_16_14-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,peace,henry,vaughan 66 false Vaughan read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Peace by Henry Vaughan. (1621 – 1695) My soul, there is a country Far beyond the stars, Where stands a wingèd sentry All skilful in the wars: There, above noise and danger, Sweet Peace sits crown'd with smiles, And One born in a manger Commands the beauteous files. He is thy gracious Friend, And—O my soul, awake!— Did in pure love descend To die here for thy sake. If thou canst get but thither, There grows the flower of Peace, The Rose that cannot wither, Thy fortress, and thy ease. Leave then thy foolish ranges; For none can thee secure But One who never changes— Thy God, thy life, thy cure. Vaughan read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-29T00_02_47-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-29T00_02_47-08_00 Tue, 29 Jan 2008 08:02:47 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-29T00_02_47-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,poplar,field,william,cowper 114 false Cowper read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Poplar Field by William Cowper (1731 – 1800) The poplars are fell'd! farewell to the shade And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade; The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives. Twelve years have elapsed since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade! The blackbird has fled to another retreat Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene where his melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie as lowly as they, With a turf on my breast and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead. The change both my heart and my fancy employs, I reflect on the frailty of man and his joys; Short-lived as we are, yet our pleasures, we see, Have a still shorter date, and die sooner than we. You may wish to compare this with Binsey Poplars, by Gerard Manley Hopkins: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-10-03T00_26_53-07_00 Cowper read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-28T00_14_34-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-28T00_14_34-08_00 Mon, 28 Jan 2008 08:14:34 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-28T00_14_34-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud ,30,aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,edmund,english,ice,listening,literature,love,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,sonnet,spenser,spoken,to,word 67 false Spenser read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Sonnet 30 by Edmund Spenser (1552 – 1599) My love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat? Or how comes it that my exceeding heat Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold, But that I burn much more in boiling sweat, And feel my flames augmented manifold? What more miraculous thing may be told, That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice, And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold, Should kindle fire by wonderful device? Such is the power of love in gentile mind, That it can alter all the course of kind. For commentary, see: http://www.wcs.edu/chs/RobKAPSpencer.htm Spenser read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-26T01_00_25-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-26T01_00_25-08_00 Sat, 26 Jan 2008 09:00:25 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-26T01_00_25-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,choice,dante,gabriel,rossetti 79 false Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Choice by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 – 1882) Think thou and act; to-morrow thou shalt die. Outstretch'd in the sun's warmth upon the shore, Thou say'st: "Man's measur'd path is all gone o'er: Up all his years, steeply, with strain and sigh, Man clomb until he touch'd the truth; and I, Even I, am he whom it was destin'd for." How should this be? Art thou then so much more Than they who sow'd, that thou shouldst reap thereby? Nay, come up hither. From this wave-wash'd mound Unto the furthest flood-brim look with me; Then reach on with thy thought till it be drown'd. Miles and miles distant though the last line be, And though thy soul sail leagues and leagues beyond,- Still, leagues beyond those leagues, there is more sea. Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-25T00_24_09-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-25T00_24_09-08_00 Fri, 25 Jan 2008 08:24:09 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-25T00_24_09-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,tide,rises,falls,henry,wadsworth,longfellow 73 false Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls. The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveller to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Comments For more readings of Longfellow's work, visit: http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/category/Henry-Wadsworth-Longfellow/ Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-24T00_26_54-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-24T00_26_54-08_00 Thu, 24 Jan 2008 08:26:54 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-24T00_26_54-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud ,aloud,classic,classicpoetryaloud,dowson,english,ernest,listening,literature,podcast,poem,poems,poetry,reading,spleen,spoken,to,word 65 false Dowson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Spleen by Ernest Dowson (1867 – 1900) I was not sorrowful, I could not weep, And all my memories were put to sleep. I watched the river grow more white and strange, All day till evening I watched it change. All day till evening I watched the rain Beat wearily upon the window pane I was not sorrowful, but only tired Of everything that ever I desired. Her lips, her eyes, all day became to me The shadow of a shadow utterly. All day mine hunger for her heart became Oblivion, until the evening came, And left me sorrowful, inclined to weep, With all my memories that could not sleep. Dowson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-23T00_23_23-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-23T00_23_23-08_00 Wed, 23 Jan 2008 08:23:23 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-23T00_23_23-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,love's,philosophy,percy,bysshe,shelley 58 false Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 – 1822) The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle – Why not I with thine? See the mountains kiss high heaven, And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdain'd its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What are all these kissings worth, If thou kiss not me? Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-22T03_35_33-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-22T03_35_33-08_00 Tue, 22 Jan 2008 11:35:33 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-22T03_35_33-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,alfred,lord,tennyson 97 false Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Blow, Bugle, Blow by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892) The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. You can find more readings of Tennyson's work at: http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/category/Alfred-Lord-Tennyson/ Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-21T03_05_38-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-21T03_05_38-08_00 Mon, 21 Jan 2008 11:05:38 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-21T03_05_38-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,william,blake 52 false Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Garden of Love by William Blake (1757 – 1827) I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen; A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turned to the Garden of Love That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tombstones where flowers should be; And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds, And binding with briars my joys and desires. Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-19T03_34_00-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-19T03_34_00-08_00 Sat, 19 Jan 2008 11:34:00 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-19T03_34_00-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,thomas,hardy 77 false Hardy read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Voice by Thomas Hardy (1840 – 1928) Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me, Saying that now you are not as you were When you had changed from the one who was all to me, But as at first, when our day was fair. Can it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then, Standing as when I drew near to the town Where you would wait for me: yes, as I knew you then, Even to the original air-blue gown! Or is it only the breeze, in its listlessness Travelling across the wet mead to me here, You being ever consigned to existlessness, Heard no more again far or near? Thus I; faltering forward, Leaves around me falling, Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward And the woman calling. Hardy read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-18T01_32_09-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-18T01_32_09-08_00 Fri, 18 Jan 2008 09:32:09 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-18T01_32_09-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,platonic,love,abraham,cowley 100 false Cowley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Platonic Love by Abraham Cowley (1618 – 1667) Indeed I must confess, When souls mix 'tis an happiness, But not complete till bodies too do join, And both our wholes into one whole combine; But half of heaven the souls in glory taste Till by love in heaven at last Their bodies too are placed. In thy immortal part Man, as well as I, thou art. But something 'tis that differs thee and me, And we must one even in that difference be. I thee both as a man and woman prize, For a perfect love implies Love in all capacities. Can that for true love pass When a fair woman courts her glass? Something unlike must in love's likeness be: His wonder is one and variety. For he whose soul nought but a soul can move Does a new Narcissus prove, And his own image love. That souls do beauty know 'Tis to the body's help they owe; If when they know't they straight abuse that trust And shut the body from't, 'tis as unjust As if I brought my dearest friend to see My mistress and at th' instant he Should steal her quite from me. Cowley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-17T00_11_58-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-17T00_11_58-08_00 Thu, 17 Jan 2008 08:11:58 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-17T00_11_58-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,john,wilmot 77 false Wilmot read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Give Me Leave to Rail at You by John Wilmot (1647 – 1680) Give me leave to rail at you, - I ask nothing but my due: To call you false, and then to say You shall not keep my heart a day. But alas! against my will I must be your captive still. Ah! be kinder, then, for I Cannot change, and would not die. Kindness has resistless charms; All besides but weakly move; Fiercest anger it disarms, And clips the wings of flying love. Beauty does the heart invade, Kindness only can persuade; It gilds the lover's servile chain, And makes the slave grow pleased again. Wilmot read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-16T06_56_55-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-16T06_56_55-08_00 Wed, 16 Jan 2008 14:56:55 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-16T06_56_55-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,horace,smith 113 false Horace Smith read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Ozymandias by Horace Smith (1779-1849) In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone, Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws The only shadow that the Desart knows:— "I am great OZYMANDIAS ," saith the stone, "The King of Kings; this mighty City shows "The wonders of my hand."— The City's gone,— Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose The site of this forgotten Babylon. We wonder,—and some Hunter may express Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace, He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess What powerful but unrecorded race Once dwelt in that annihilated place. Horace Smith read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-15T06_43_23-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-15T06_43_23-08_00 Tue, 15 Jan 2008 14:43:23 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-15T06_43_23-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,a.,e.,housman 72 false A. E. Housman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. ------------------------------------------------- When I was one-and-twenty by A. E. Housman (1859 – 1936) When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, ‘Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.’ But I was one-and-twenty, No use to talk to me. When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, ‘The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; ’Tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue.’ And I am two-and-twenty, And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true. A. E. Housman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-14T01_03_18-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-14T01_03_18-08_00 Mon, 14 Jan 2008 09:03:18 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-14T01_03_18-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,william,ernest,henley 64 false William Ernest Henley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. ------------------------------------------------- Invictus by William Ernest Henley (1849 – 1903) Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. William Ernest Henley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-12T11_19_48-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-12T11_19_48-08_00 Sat, 12 Jan 2008 19:19:48 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-12T11_19_48-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,george,eliot 60 false George Eliot read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. ------------------------------------------------ Count That Day Lost by George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans) (1819 – 1880) If you sit down at set of sun And count the acts that you have done, And, counting, find One self-denying deed, one word That eased the heart of him who heard, One glance most kind That fell like sunshine where it went - Then you may count that day well spent. But if, through all the livelong day, You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay - If, through it all You've nothing done that you can trace That brought the sunshine to one face- No act most small That helped some soul and nothing cost - Then count that day as worse than lost. George Eliot read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-11T04_01_09-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-11T04_01_09-08_00 Fri, 11 Jan 2008 12:01:09 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-11T04_01_09-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,john,keats 66 false Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. ------------------------------------------------- Sonnet on the Sea by John Keats (1795 – 1821) It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound. Often 'tis in such gentle temper found, That scarcely will the very smallest shell Be moved for days from whence it sometime fell, When last the winds of heaven were unbound. Oh ye! who have your eye-balls vexed and tired, Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea; Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude, Or fed too much with cloying melody, Sit ye near some old cavern's mouth, and brood Until ye start, as if the sea-nymphs choired! Comments You can find more readings of Keats' poetry at: http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/category/John-Keats/ For more on Keats, visit http://www.john-keats.com/ http://englishhistory.net/keats/chronology.html Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-10T08_30_25-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-10T08_30_25-08_00 Thu, 10 Jan 2008 16:30:25 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-10T08_30_25-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,ralph,waldo,emerson 126 false Emerson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. The Snow-Storm by Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882) Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm. Come see the north wind's masonry. Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he For number or proportion. Mockingly, On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths; A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn; Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall, Maugre the farmer's sighs; and at the gate A tapering turret overtops the work. And when his hours are numbered, and the world Is all his own, retiring, as he were not, Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone, Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work, The frolic architecture of the snow. Students and those interested in knowing more should visit: http://www.etsu.edu/writing/amlit_s04/anthology/snowstorm.htm Emerson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-09T11_16_06-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-09T11_16_06-08_00 Wed, 09 Jan 2008 19:16:06 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-09T11_16_06-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,sir,thomas,wyatt 78 false Wyatt read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Forget Not Yet by Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503 – 1542) The Lover Beseecheth his Mistress not to Forget his Steadfast Faith and True Intent Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet! Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know, since whan The suit, the service, none tell can; Forget not yet! Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong, the scornful ways, The painful patience in delays, Forget not yet! Forget not! O, forget not this!— How long ago hath been, and is, The mind that never meant amiss— Forget not yet! Forget not then thine own approved, The which so long hath thee so loved, Whose steadfast faith yet never moved: Forget not this! Wyatt read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-07T21_45_29-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-07T21_45_29-08_00 Tue, 08 Jan 2008 05:45:29 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-07T21_45_29-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,henry,howard,earl,of,surrey 68 false Howard read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Means to attain Happy Life by Henry Howard (1516 – 1547) Martial, the things that do attain The happy life be these, I find:— The richesse left, not got with pain; The fruitful ground, the quiet mind; The equal friend; no grudge, no strife; No charge of rule, nor governance; Without disease, the healthful life; The household of continuance; The mean diet, no delicate fare; True wisdom join'd with simpleness; The night dischargèd of all care, Where wine the wit may not oppress. The faithful wife, without debate; Such sleeps as may beguile the night: Contented with thine own estate Ne wish for death, ne fear his might. Alternative wording, in modern English: My friend, the things that do attain The happy life be these, I find: The riches left, not got with pain; The fruitful ground; the quiet mind; The equal friend; no grudge; no strife; No charge of rule, nor governance; Without disease, the healthy life; The household of continuance; The mean diet, no dainty fare; Wisdom joined with simpleness; The night discharged of all care, Where wine the wit may not oppress: The faithful wife, without debate; Such sleeps as may beguile the night; Content thyself with thine estate, Neither wish death, nor fear his might. Howard read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-06T22_11_11-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-06T22_11_11-08_00 Mon, 07 Jan 2008 06:11:11 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-06T22_11_11-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,robert,herrick 47 false Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Bracelet: To Julia by Robert Herrick (1591 – 1674) Why I tie about thy wrist, Julia, this silken twist; For what other reason is 't But to show thee how, in part, Thou my pretty captive art? But thy bond-slave is my heart: 'Tis but silk that bindeth thee, Knap the thread and thou art free; But 'tis otherwise with me: —I am bound and fast bound, so That from thee I cannot go; If I could, I would not so. Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-05T15_07_31-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-05T15_07_31-08_00 Sat, 05 Jan 2008 23:07:31 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-05T15_07_31-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,james,elroy,flecker 147 false Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Oxford Canal by James Elroy Flecker (1884 – 1915) When you have wearied of the valiant spires of this County Town, Of its wide white streets and glistening museums, and black monastic walls, Of its red motors and lumbering trains, and self-sufficient people, I will take you walking with me to a place you have not seen — Half town and half country—the land of the Canal. It is dearer to me than the antique town: I love it more than the rounded hills: Straightest, sublimest of rivers is the long Canal. I have observed great storms and trembled: I have wept for fear of the dark. But nothing makes me so afraid as the clear water of this idle canal on a summer's noon. Do you see the great telegraph poles down in the water, how every wire is distinct? If a body fell into the canal it would rest entangled in those wires for ever, between earth and air. For the water is as deep as the stars are high. One day I was thinking how if a man fell from that lofty pole He would rush through the water toward me till his image was scattered by his splash, When suddenly a train rushed by: the brazen dome of the engine flashed: the long white carriages roared; The sun veiled himself for a moment, and the signals loomed in fog; A savage woman screamed at me from a barge: little children began to cry; The untidy landscape rose to life: a sawmill started; A cart rattled down to the wharf, and workmen clanged over the iron footbridge; A beautiful old man nodded from the first story window of a square red house, And a pretty girl came out to hang up clothes in a small delightful garden. O strange motion in the suburb of a county town: slow regular movement of the dance of death! Men and not phantoms are these that move in light. Forgotten they live, and forgotten die. Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-01-01T09_27_45-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-01T09_27_45-08_00 Tue, 01 Jan 2008 17:27:45 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2008-01-01T09_27_45-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,ella,wheeler,wilcox 82 false Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- An Answer by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 – 1919) If all the year was summer time, And all the aim of life Was just to lilt on like a rhyme, Then I would be your wife. If all the days were August days, And crowned with golden weather, How happy then through green-clad ways We two could stray together! If all the nights were moonlit nights, And we had naught to do But just to sit and plan delights, Then I would wed with you. If life was all a summer fete, Its soberest pace the "glide," Then I would choose you for my mate, And keep you at my side. But winter makes full half the year, And labor half of life, And all the laughter and good cheer Give place to wearing strife. Days will grow cold, and moons wax old. And then a heart that's true Is better far than grace or gold-- And so, my love, adieu! I cannot wed with you. From Poems of Passion The full book can be read at Project Gutenberg: http://infomotions.com/etexts/gutenberg/dirs/1/6/7/7/16776/16776.htm Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-12-31T03_12_06-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-31T03_12_06-08_00 Mon, 31 Dec 2007 11:12:06 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-31T03_12_06-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,john,henry,dryden 62 false Dryden read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Can Life be a Blessing by John Henry Dryden (1631 – 1700) Can life be a blessing, Or worth the possessing, Can life be a blessing if love were away? Ah no! though our love all night keep us waking, And though he torment us with cares all the day, Yet he sweetens, he sweetens our pains in the taking, There's an hour at the last, there's an hour to repay. In ev'ry possessing, The ravishing blessing, In ev'ry possessing the fruit of our pain, Poor lovers forget long ages of anguish, Whate'er they have suffer'd and done to obtain; 'Tis a pleasure, a pleasure to sigh and to languish, When we hope, when we hope to be happy again. Dryden read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-12-28T23_47_56-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-28T23_47_56-08_00 Sat, 29 Dec 2007 07:47:56 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-28T23_47_56-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,percy,bysshe,shelley 78 false Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Summer And Winter by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 – 1822) It was a bright and cheerful afternoon, Towards the end of the sunny month of June, When the north wind congregates in crowds The floating mountains of the silver clouds From the horizon--and the stainless sky Opens beyond them like eternity. All things rejoiced beneath the sun; the weeds, The river, and the cornfields, and the reeds; The willow leaves that glanced in the light breeze, And the firm foliage of the larger trees. It was a winter such as when birds die In the deep forests; and the fishes lie Stiffened in the translucent ice, which makes Even the mud and slime of the warm lakes A wrinkled clod as hard as brick; and when, Among their children, comfortable men Gather about great fires, and yet feel cold: Alas, then, for the homeless beggar old! Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-12-27T06_36_26-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-27T06_36_26-08_00 Thu, 27 Dec 2007 14:36:26 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-27T06_36_26-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,ella,wheeler,wilcox 115 false Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- I Told You by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 – 1919) I told you the winter would go, love, I told you the winter would go, That he'd flee in shame when the south wind came, And you smiled when I told you so. You said the blustering fellow Would never yield to a breeze, That his cold, icy breath had frozen to death The flowers, the birds, and trees. And I told you the snow would melt, love, In the passionate glance o' the sun; And the leaves o' the trees, and the flowers and bees, Would come back again, one by one. That the great, gray clouds would vanish, And the sky turn tender and blue; And the sweet birds would sing, and talk of the spring And, love, it has all come true. I told you that sorrow would fade, love, And you would forget half your pain; That the sweet bird of song would waken ere long, And sing in your bosom again; That hope would creep out of the shadows, And back to its nest in your heart, And gladness would come, and find its old home, And that sorrow at length would depart. I told you that grief seldom killed, love, Though the heart might seem dead for awhile. But the world is so bright, and full of warm light That 'twould waken at length, in its smile. Ah, love! was I not a true prophet? There's a sweet happy smile on your face; Your sadness has flown - the snow-drift is gone, And the buttercups bloom in its place. Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-12-26T14_27_21-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-26T14_27_21-08_00 Wed, 26 Dec 2007 22:27:21 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-26T14_27_21-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,samuel,taylor,coleridge.,coleridge 100 false  Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- from Frost at Midnight by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 – 1834) The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as before. The inmates of my cottage, all at rest, Have left me to that solitude, which suits Abstruser musings: save that at my side My cradled infant slumbers peacefully. 'Tis calm indeed! so calm, that it disturbs And vexes meditation with its strange And extreme silentness. Sea, hill, and wood, With all the numberless goings-on of life, Inaudible as dreams! the thin blue flame Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not; Only that film, which fluttered on the grate, Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. Methinks its motion in this hush of nature Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, Making it a companionable form, Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit By its own moods interprets, every where Echo or mirror seeking of itself, And makes a toy of Thought.  Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-12-24T00_30_17-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-24T00_30_17-08_00 Mon, 24 Dec 2007 08:30:17 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-24T00_30_17-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,robert,bridges 53 false Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Spirits by Robert Bridges (1844 – 1930) Angel spirits of sleep, White-robed, with silver hair, In your meadows fair, Where the willows weep, And the sad moonbeam On the gliding stream Writes her scatter'd dream: Angel spirits of sleep, Dancing to the weir In the hollow roar Of its waters deep; Know ye how men say That ye haunt no more Isle and grassy shore With your moonlit play; That ye dance not here, White-robed spirits of sleep, All the summer night Threading dances light? Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-12-22T01_46_46-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-22T01_46_46-08_00 Sat, 22 Dec 2007 09:46:46 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-22T01_46_46-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,henry,wadsworth,longfellow 95 false Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Christmas Bells by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Till, ringing, singing on its way The world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime, A chant sublime Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Then from each black, accursed mouth The cannon thundered in the South, And with the sound The Carols drowned Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And in despair I bowed my head; ‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said; ‘For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!’ Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: ‘God is not dead; nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men!’ Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-12-21T07_33_18-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-21T07_33_18-08_00 Fri, 21 Dec 2007 15:33:18 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-21T07_33_18-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,christina,rossetti 63 false Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- A Birthday by Christina Rossetti by Christina Rossetti (1830 – 1894) My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these, Because my love is come to me. Raise me a daïs of silk and down; Hang it with vair and purple dyes; Carve it in doves and pomegranates, And peacocks with a hundred eyes; Work it in gold and silver grapes, In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys; Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me. Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-12-20T11_42_48-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-20T11_42_48-08_00 Thu, 20 Dec 2007 19:42:48 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-20T11_42_48-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud wendy,cope,copyright,librarians 481 false This episode marks the 100th reading on Classic Poetry Aloud. We look at Wendy Cope and copyright, and dedicate the episode to librarians and those that use libraries. We feature (with the poet's permission) a reading of '30th December'. For Wendy Cope's comments on copyright, see: http://books.guardian.co.uk/comment/story/0,,2223830,00.html For her own readings of her verse: http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoet.do?poetId=5677 Wendy Cope’s books include: If I Don't Know, Faber & Faber, 2001 Serious Concerns, Faber & Faber, 1992 Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis, Faber & Faber, 1986 Thanks for listening. Comments and requests to: classicpoetryaloud [at] yahoo.co.uk This episode marks the 100th reading on Classic Poetry Aloud. We look at Wendy Cope and copyri... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-12-20T00_05_25-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-20T00_05_25-08_00 Thu, 20 Dec 2007 08:05:25 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-20T00_05_25-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,william,blake 63 false Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- A Poison Tree by William Blake (1757 – 1827) I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine. And he knew that it was mine, And into my garden stole When the night had veiled the pole; In the morning glad I see My foe outstretched beneath the tree. Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-12-18T23_50_59-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-18T23_50_59-08_00 Wed, 19 Dec 2007 07:50:59 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-18T23_50_59-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,podcast,poem,reading,listening,to,spoken,word,emily,dickinson 49 false Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Hope is the Thing with Feathers by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886) "Hope" is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul— And sings the tune without the words— And never stops—at all— And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard— And sore must be the storm— That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm— I've heard it in the chillest land— And on the strangest Sea— Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb—of Me. Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-12-17T13_59_21-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-17T13_59_21-08_00 Mon, 17 Dec 2007 21:59:21 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-17T13_59_21-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,edgar,allan,poe 107 false Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Alone by Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view. Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-12-17T00_36_13-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-17T00_36_13-08_00 Mon, 17 Dec 2007 08:36:13 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-17T00_36_13-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,john,clare 76 false Clare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Love Lives Beyond The Tomb by John Clare (1793 – 1864) Love lives beyond the tomb, And earth, which fades like dew! I love the fond, The faithful, and the true. Love lives in sleep: 'Tis happiness of healthy dreams: Eve's dews may weep, But love delightful seems. 'Tis seen in flowers, And in the morning's pearly dew; In earth's green hours, And in the heaven's eternal blue. 'Tis heard in Spring When light and sunbeams, warm and kind, On angel's wing Bring love and music to the mind. And where's the voice, So young, so beautiful, and sweet As Nature's choice, Where Spring and lovers meet? Love lives beyond the tomb, And earth, which fades like dew! I love the fond, The faithful, and the true. Clare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-12-14T01_48_05-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-14T01_48_05-08_00 Fri, 14 Dec 2007 09:48:05 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-14T01_48_05-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,john,donne 129 false Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Ecstasy by John Donne (1572 – 1631) Where, like a pillow on a bed, A pregnant bank swell'd up, to rest The violet's reclining head, Sat we two, one another's best. Our hands were firmly cemented By a fast balm which thence did spring; Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread Our eyes upon one double string. So to engraft our hands, as yet Was all the means to make us one; And pictures in our eyes to get Was all our propagation. As 'twixt two equal armies Fate Suspends uncertain victory, Our souls—which to advance their state Were gone out—hung 'twixt her and me. And whilst our souls negotiate there, We like sepulchral statues lay; All day the same our postures were, And we said nothing, all the day. Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-12-13T00_09_10-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-13T00_09_10-08_00 Thu, 13 Dec 2007 08:09:10 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-13T00_09_10-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,john,clare 99 false Clare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Instinct Of Hope by John Clare (1793 – 1864) Is there another world for this frail dust To warm with life and be itself again? Something about me daily speaks there must, And why should instinct nourish hopes in vain? 'Tis nature's prophesy that such will be, And everything seems struggling to explain The close sealed volume of its mystery. Time wandering onward keeps its usual pace As seeming anxious of eternity, To meet that calm and find a resting place. E'en the small violet feels a future power And waits each year renewing blooms to bring, And surely man is no inferior flower To die unworthy of a second spring? Clare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-12-11T13_21_34-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-11T13_21_34-08_00 Tue, 11 Dec 2007 21:21:34 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-11T13_21_34-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,robert,herrick 70 false R Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- To the Virgins to make much of Time by Robert Herrick (1591 – 1674) Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry. First aired: 11 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 R Herrick read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-12-10T15_44_54-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-10T15_44_54-08_00 Mon, 10 Dec 2007 23:44:54 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-10T15_44_54-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,alexander,pope 65 false Pope read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- On a certain Lady at Court by Alexander Pope (1688 – 1744) I know a thing that 's most uncommon; (Envy, be silent and attend!) I know a reasonable woman, Handsome and witty, yet a friend. Not warp'd by passion, awed by rumour; Not grave through pride, nor gay through folly; An equal mixture of good-humour And sensible soft melancholy. 'Has she no faults then (Envy says), Sir?' Yes, she has one, I must aver: When all the world conspires to praise her, The woman's deaf, and does not hear. Pope read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-12-06T16_22_15-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-06T16_22_15-08_00 Fri, 07 Dec 2007 00:22:15 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-06T16_22_15-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,alfred,lord,tennyson 736 false Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Lotos-Eaters by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892) “Courage!” he said, and pointed toward the land, “This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.” In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; And, like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro’ wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land; far off, three mountain-tops, Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, Stood sunset-flush’d; and, dew’d with showery drops, Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse. The charmed sunset linger’d low adown In the red West; thro’ mountain clefts the dale Was seen far inland, and the yellow down Border’d with palm, and many a winding vale And meadow, set with slender galingale; A land where all things always seem’d the same! And round about the keel with faces pale, Dark faces pale against that rosy flame, The mild-eyed melancholy Lotos-eaters came. Branches they bore of that enchanted stem, Laden with flower and fruit, whereof they gave To each, but whoso did receive of them And taste, to him the gushing of the wave Far far away did seem to mourn and rave On alien shores; and if his fellow spake, His voice was thin, as voices from the grave; And deep-asleep he seem’d, yet all awake, And music in his ears his beating heart did make. They sat them down upon the yellow sand, Between the sun and moon upon the shore; And sweet it was to dream of Fatherland, Of child, and wife, and slave; but evermore Most weary seem’d the sea, weary the oar, Weary the wandering fields of barren foam. Then some one said, “We will return no more;” And all at once they sang, “Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.” CHORIC SONG I There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir’d eyelids upon tir’d eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro’ the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. II Why are we weigh’d upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness? All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown; Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep our brows in slumber’s holy balm; Nor harken what the inner spirit sings, “There is no joy but calm!”— Why should we only toil, the roof and crown of things? III Lo! in the middle of the wood, The folded leaf is woo’d from out the bud With winds upon the branch, and there Grows green and broad, and takes no care, Sun-steep’d at noon, and in the moon Nightly dew-fed; and turning yellow Falls, and floats adown the air. Lo! sweeten’d with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. (continued) Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-12-04T22_36_58-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-04T22_36_58-08_00 Wed, 05 Dec 2007 06:36:58 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-04T22_36_58-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,charles,lamb 121 false Lamb read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Old Familiar Faces by Charles Lamb (1775–1834) I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I loved a Love once, fairest among women: Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man: Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces. Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood, Earth seem'd a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling? So might we talk of the old familiar faces - How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. Lamb read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poe... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-12-04T00_24_07-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-04T00_24_07-08_00 Tue, 04 Dec 2007 08:24:07 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-04T00_24_07-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,edmund,waller 74 false Waller read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Go, lovely Rose by Edmund Waller (1606 – 1687) Go, lovely Rose— Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that 's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die—that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee; How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair! Waller read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-12-02T22_24_38-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-02T22_24_38-08_00 Mon, 03 Dec 2007 06:24:38 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-12-02T22_24_38-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,robert,bridges 84 false Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- My Delight and Thy Delight by Robert Bridges (1844 – 1930) My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night: My desire and thy desire Twining to a tongue of fire, Leaping live, and laughing higher: Thro' the everlasting strife In the mystery of life. Love, from whom the world begun, Hath the secret of the sun. Love can tell, and love alone, Whence the million stars were strewn, Why each atom knows its own, How, in spite of woe and death, Gay is life, and sweet is breath: This he taught us, this we knew, Happy in his science true, Hand in hand as we stood 'Neath the shadows of the wood, Heart to heart as we lay In the dawning of the day. Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-28T00_36_49-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-28T00_36_49-08_00 Wed, 28 Nov 2007 08:36:49 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-28T00_36_49-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,alfred,lord,tennyson 67 false Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Crossing the Bar by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892) SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar. Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-27T02_12_28-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-27T02_12_28-08_00 Tue, 27 Nov 2007 10:12:28 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-27T02_12_28-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,leigh,hunt 110 false Leigh Hunt read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Nile by James Henry Leigh Hunt (1784 – 1859) It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands, Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream, And times and things, as in that vision, seem Keeping along it their eternal stands,-- Caves, pillars, pyramids, the shepherd bands That roamed through the young world, the glory extreme Of high Sesostris, and that southern beam, The laughing queen that caught the world's great hands. Then comes a mightier silence, stern and strong, As of a world left empty of its throng, And the void weighs on us; and then we wake, And hear the fruitful stream lapsing along Twixt villages, and think how we shall take Our own calm journey on for human sake. Leigh Hunt read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-25T21_52_56-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-25T21_52_56-08_00 Mon, 26 Nov 2007 05:52:56 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-25T21_52_56-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,arthur,hugh,clough 73 false Clough read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Say not the Struggle Naught Availeth by Arthur Hugh Clough (1819 – 1861) Say not the struggle naught availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And as things have been they remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; It may be, in yon smoke conceal'd, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field. For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly! But westward, look, the land is bright! Clough read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-24T15_38_48-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-24T15_38_48-08_00 Sat, 24 Nov 2007 23:38:48 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-24T15_38_48-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,robert,bridges 81 false Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Winter Nightfall by Robert Bridges (1844 - 1930) The day begins to droop,— Its course is done: But nothing tells the place Of the setting sun. The hazy darkness deepens, And up the lane You may hear, but cannot see, The homing wain. An engine pants and hums In the farm hard by: Its lowering smoke is lost In the lowering sky. The soaking branches drip, And all night through The dropping will not cease In the avenue. A tall man there in the house Must keep his chair: He knows he will never again Breathe the spring air: His heart is worn with work; He is giddy and sick If he rise to go as far As the nearest rick: He thinks of his morn of life, His hale, strong years; And braves as he may the night Of darkness and tears Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-23T01_04_59-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-23T01_04_59-08_00 Fri, 23 Nov 2007 09:04:59 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-23T01_04_59-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,edgar,allan,poe 147 false Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Conqueror Worm by Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) Lo! 't is a gala night Within the lonesome latter years. An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly; Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their condor wings Invisible Woe. That motley drama—oh, be sure It shall not be forgot! With its Phantom chased for evermore By a crowd that seize it not, Through a circle that ever returneth in To the self-same spot; And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot. But see amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude: A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes—it writhes!—with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And over each quivering form In human gore imbued. Out—out are the lights—out all! And over each quivering form The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, "Man," And its hero, the Conqueror Worm. Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-22T00_12_40-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-22T00_12_40-08_00 Thu, 22 Nov 2007 08:12:40 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-22T00_12_40-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,john,keats 69 false Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- To One Who has been Long in City Pent by John Keats (1795 – 1821) To one who has been long in city pent, ’Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven,—to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with hearts content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel,—an eye Watching the sailing cloudlet’s bright career, He mourns that day so soon has glided by: E’en like the passage of an angel’s tear That falls through the clear ether silently. Comments You can find more readings of Keats' poetry at: http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/category/John-Keats/ For more on Keats, visit http://www.john-keats.com/ Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-20T03_34_02-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-20T03_34_02-08_00 Tue, 20 Nov 2007 11:34:02 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-20T03_34_02-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,milton,john 80 false Milton read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- On His Blindness by John Milton (1608 – 1674) When I consider how my light is spent E're half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide, Lodg'd with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, least he returning chide, Doth God exact day-labour, light deny'd, I fondly ask; But patience to prevent That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts, who best Bear his milde yoak, they serve him best, his State Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed And post o're Land and Ocean without rest: They also serve who only stand and waite. Milton read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-19T03_04_40-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-19T03_04_40-08_00 Mon, 19 Nov 2007 11:04:40 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-19T03_04_40-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,oscar,wilde 76 false Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- To Milton by Oscar Wilde (1854 – 1900) Milton! I think thy spirit hath passed away From these white cliffs and high-embattled towers; This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ours Seems fallen into ashes dull and grey, And the age changed unto a mimic play Wherein we waste our else too-crowded hours: For all our pomp and pageantry and powers We are but fit to delve the common clay, Seeing this little isle on which we stand, This England, this sea-lion of the sea, By ignorant demagogues is held in fee, Who love her not: Dear God! is this the land Which bare a triple empire in her hand When Cromwell spake the word Democracy! Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-17T03_11_47-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-17T03_11_47-08_00 Sat, 17 Nov 2007 11:11:47 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-17T03_11_47-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,thomas,hardy 104 false Hardy read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy (1840 – 1928) I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires. The land’s sharp features seem’d to be The Century’s corpse outleant, His crypt the cloudy canopy, The wind his death-lament. The ancient pulse of germ and birth Was shrunken hard and dry, And every spirit upon earth Seem'd fervourless as I. At once a voice arose among The bleak twigs overhead In a full-hearted evensong Of joy illimited; An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom. So little cause for carollings Of such ecstatic sound Was written on terrestrial things Afar or nigh around, That I could think there trembled through His happy good-night air Some blessèd Hope, whereof he knew And I was unaware. Hardy read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-16T00_39_46-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-16T00_39_46-08_00 Fri, 16 Nov 2007 08:39:46 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-16T00_39_46-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,edgar,allan,poe 159 false Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the wingèd seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me; Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. Poe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poet... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-15T00_12_43-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-15T00_12_43-08_00 Thu, 15 Nov 2007 08:12:43 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-15T00_12_43-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,stephen,crane 120 false Crane read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- I Stood Musing in a Black World by Stephen Crane (1871 – 1900) I stood musing in a black world, Not knowing where to direct my feet. And I saw the quick stream of men Pouring ceaselessly, Filled with eager faces, A torrent of desire. I called to them, "Where do you go? What do you see?" A thousand voices called to me. A thousand fingers pointed. "Look! look! There!" I know not of it. But, lo! In the far sky shone a radiance Ineffable, divine -- A vision painted upon a pall; And sometimes it was, And sometimes it was not. I hesitated. Then from the stream Came roaring voices, Impatient: "Look! look! There!" So again I saw, And leaped, unhesitant, And struggled and fumed With outspread clutching fingers. The hard hills tore my flesh; The ways bit my feet. At last I looked again. No radiance in the far sky, Ineffable, divine; No vision painted upon a pall; And always my eyes ached for the light. Then I cried in despair, "I see nothing! Oh, where do I go?" The torrent turned again its faces: "Look! look! There!" And at the blindness of my spirit They screamed, "Fool! fool! fool!" Crane read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-14T04_54_54-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-14T04_54_54-08_00 Wed, 14 Nov 2007 12:54:54 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-14T04_54_54-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,ella,wheeler,wilcox 89 false Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- I Love You by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 – 1919) I love your lips when they're wet with wine And red with a wild desire; I love your eyes when the lovelight lies Lit with a passionate fire. I love your arms when the warm white flesh Touches mine in a fond embrace; I love your hair when the strands enmesh Your kisses against my face. Not for me the cold calm kiss Of a virgin's bloodless love; Not for me the saint's white bliss, Nor the heart of a spotless dove. But give me the love that so freely gives And laughs at the whole world's blame, With your body so young and warm in my arms, It sets my poor heart aflame. So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth, Still fragrant with ruby wine, And say with a fervour born of the South That your body and soul are mine. Clasp me close in your warm young arms, While the pale stars shine above, And we'll live our whole young lives away In the joys of a living love. Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the p... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-12T13_22_46-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-12T13_22_46-08_00 Mon, 12 Nov 2007 21:22:46 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-12T13_22_46-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,emily,bronte 139 false Emily Bronte read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Last Lines by Emily Bronte (1818 – 1848) No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven’s glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity! Life—that in me has rest, As I—undying Life—have power in Thee! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts: unutterably vain; Worthless as wither’d weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main, To waken doubt in one Holding so fast by Thine infinity; So surely anchor’d on The steadfast rock of immortality. With wide-embracing love Thy Spirit animates eternal years, Pervades and broods above, Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears. Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes cease to be, And Thou were left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee. There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou—Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed. Emily Bronte read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-08T00_05_27-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-08T00_05_27-08_00 Thu, 08 Nov 2007 08:05:27 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-08T00_05_27-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,william,shakespeare 229 false Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- from Henry V by William Shakespeare KING. What's he that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin; If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England. God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more methinks would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse; We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is call'd the feast of Crispian. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.' Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember, with advantages, What feats he did that day. Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words- Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester- Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red. This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brother; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day! Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-07T00_09_58-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-07T00_09_58-08_00 Wed, 07 Nov 2007 08:09:58 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-07T00_09_58-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,herman,melville 95 false Melville read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Ball’s Bluff by Herman Melville (1819 – 1891) One noonday, at my window in the town, I saw a sight - saddest that eyes can see - Young soldiers marching lustily Unto the wars, With fifes, and flags in mottoed pageantry; While all the porches, walks, and doors Were rich with ladies cheering royally. They moved like Juny morning on the wave, Their hearts were fresh as clover in its prime (It was the breezy summer time), Life throbbed so strong, How should they dream that Death in rosy clime Would come to thin their shining throng? Youth feels immortal, like the gods sublime. Weeks passed; and at my window, leaving bed, By nights I mused, of easeful sleep bereft, On those brave boys (Ah War! thy theft); Some marching feet Found pause at last by cliffs Potomac cleft; Wakeful I mused, while in the street Far footfalls died away till none were left. Melville read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-05T23_57_21-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-05T23_57_21-08_00 Tue, 06 Nov 2007 07:57:21 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-05T23_57_21-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,katherine,mansfield 63 false Mansfield read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Man with the Wooden Leg by Katherine Mansfield (1888 - 1923) There was a man lived quite near us; He had a wooden leg and a goldfinch in a green cage. His name was Farkey Anderson, And he'd been in a war to get his leg. We were very sad about him, Because he had such a beautiful smile And was such a big man to live in a very small house. When he walked on the road his leg did not matter so much; But when he walked in his little house It made an ugly noise. Little Brother said his goldfinch sang the loudest of all birds, So that he should not hear his poor leg And feel too sorry about it. Mansfield read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-04T23_21_47-08_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-04T23_21_47-08_00 Mon, 05 Nov 2007 07:21:47 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-04T23_21_47-08_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,samuel,taylor,coleridge 306 false Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Fears in Solitude by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Thankless too for peace, (Peace long preserved by fleets and perilous seas) Secure from actual warfare, we have loved To swell the war-whoop, passionate for war! Alas! for ages ignorant of all Its ghastlier workings, (famine or blue plague, Battle, or siege, or flight through wintry snows,) We, this whole people, have been clamorous For war and bloodshed; animating sports, The which we pay for as a thing to talk of, Spectators and not combatants! No guess Anticipative of a wrong unfelt, No speculation on contingency, However dim and vague, too vague and dim To yield a justifying cause; and forth, (Stuffed out with big preamble, holy names, And adjurations of the God in Heaven,) We send our mandates for the certain death Of thousands and ten thousands! Boys and girls, And women, that would groan to see a child Pull off an insect's leg, all read of war, The best amusement for our morning meal! The poor wretch, who has learnt his only prayers From curses, who knows scarcely words enough To ask a blessing from his Heavenly Father, Becomes a fluent phraseman, absolute And technical in victories and defeats, And all our dainty terms for fratricide; Terms which we trundle smoothly o'er our tongues Like mere abstractions, empty sounds to which We join no feeling and attach no form! As if the soldier died without a wound; As if the fibres of this godlike frame Were gored without a pang; as if the wretch, Who fell in battle, doing bloody deeds, Passed off to Heaven, translated and not killed; As though he had no wife to pine for him, No God to judge him! Therefore, evil days Are coming on us, O my countrymen! And what if all-avenging Providence, Strong and retributive, should make us know The meaning of our words, force us to feel The desolation and the agony Of our fierce doings? Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to th... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-03T16_59_58-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-03T16_59_58-07_00 Sat, 03 Nov 2007 23:59:58 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-03T16_59_58-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud 340 false War Poetry Week on Classic Poetry Aloud will include: • From fears in solitude – Coleridge • The man with the wooden leg – Mansfield • Balls Bluff – Herman Melville • A speech from Henry V – Shakespeare • The Soldier – Rupert Brooke • Strange Meeting – Wilfred Owen • And, on Sunday, From ‘for the fallen’ by Lawrence Binyon. To begin with, two poems taken from Kipling’s ‘Epitaphs of the Great War’, compiled after the war, and one letter, from his son. A Dead Statesman I could not dig: I dared not rob: Therefore I lied to please the mob. Now all my lies are proved untrue And I must face the men I slew. What tale shall serve me here among Mine angry and defrauded young?" The Last Letter of John Kipling Dear F - Just a hurried line as we start off tonight. The front line trenches are nine miles off from here so it wont be a very long march. This is THE great effort to break through & end the war. The guns have been going deafeningly all day, without a single stop. We have to push through at all costs so we won't have much time in the trenches, which is great luck. Funny to think one will be in the thick of it tomorrow. One's first experience of shell fire not in the trenches but in the open. This is one of the advantages of a Flying Division, you have to keep moving. We marched 18 miles last night in the pouring wet. It came down in sheets steadily. They are staking a tremendous lot on this great advancing movement as if it succeeds the war won't go on for long. You have no idea what enormous issues depend on the next few days. This will be my last letter most likely for some time as we won't get any time for writing this next week, but I will try & send Field post cards. Well so long old dears. Dear love John Epitaph If any question why we died, Tell them, because our fathers lied. War Poetry Week on Classic Poetry Aloud will include: • From fears in solitude – Coleridge •... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-01T22_58_57-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-01T22_58_57-07_00 Fri, 02 Nov 2007 05:58:57 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-01T22_58_57-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,thomas,moore 83 false Thomas Moore read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms by Thomas Moore (1779 – 18f2) Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Live fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear, That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known, To which time will but make thee more dear! No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets The same look which she turned when he rose! Thomas Moore read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-01T04_14_27-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-01T04_14_27-07_00 Thu, 01 Nov 2007 11:14:27 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-11-01T04_14_27-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,thomas,hood 242 false Thomas Hood read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Song of the Shirt by Thomas Hood (1799 – 1845) With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread— Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the “Song of the Shirt!” “Work! work! work! While the cock is crowing aloof! And work—work—work, Till the stars shine through the roof! It ’s Oh! to be a slave Along with the barbarous Turk, Where woman has never a soul to save, If this is Christian work! “Work—work—work Till the brain begins to swim; Work—work—work Till the eyes are heavy and dim. Seam, and gusset, and band, Band, and gusset, and seam, Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! “Oh, Men, with Sisters dear! Oh, Men, with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you ’re wearing out, But human creatures’ lives! Stitch—stitch—stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once, with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt. “But why do I talk of Death? That Phantom of grisly bone, I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own— It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep; Oh, God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap! “Work—work—work! My labor never flags; And what are its wages? A bed of straw, A crust of bread—and rags. That shatter’d roof—and this naked floor— A table—a broken chair— And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there. “Work—work—work! From weary chime to chime, Work—work—work, As prisoners work for crime! Band, and gusset, and seam, Seam, and gusset, and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumb’d, As well as the weary hand. “Work—work—work, In the dull December light, And work—work—work, When the weather is warm and bright, While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling As if to show me their sunny backs And twit me with the spring. “Oh! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet, With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet, For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal, “Oh, but for one short hour! A respite however brief! No blessed leisure for Love or Hope, But only time for Grief! A little weeping would ease my heart, But in their briny bed My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread!” With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread— Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the Rich! She sang this “ Song of the Shirt!” Thomas Hood read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-10-31T00_56_21-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-31T00_56_21-07_00 Wed, 31 Oct 2007 07:56:21 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-31T00_56_21-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud halloween,witches,macbeth,william,shakespeare 186 false A halloween special from Classic Poetry Aloud.... MACBETH: ACT 1, SCENE 1 SCENE I. A desert place. Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches First Witch When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? Second Witch When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won. Third Witch That will be ere the set of sun. First Witch Where the place? Second Witch Upon the heath. Third Witch There to meet with Macbeth. First I come, Graymalkin! Second Paddock calls. Third Anon. ALL Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air. ACT 3, SCENE 5 SCENE I. A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron. Thunder. Enter the three Witches First Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. Second Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined. Third Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time. First Round about the cauldron go; In the poison'd entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights has thirty-one Swelter'd venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i' the charmed pot. ALL Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. Second Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. ALL Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches' mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew Silver'd in the moon's eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron. ALL Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Second Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. A halloween special from Classic Poetry Aloud.... MACBETH: ACT 1, SCENE 1 SCENE I. A desert... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-10-30T02_49_58-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-30T02_49_58-07_00 Tue, 30 Oct 2007 09:49:58 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-30T02_49_58-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,henry,wadsworth,longfellow 75 false Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Nature by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) As a fond mother, when the day is o’er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor, Still gazing at them through the open door, Nor wholly reassured and comforted By promises of others in their stead, Which, though more splendid, may not please him more; So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, Being too full of sleep to understand How far the unknown transcends the what we know. Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-10-29T01_37_57-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-29T01_37_57-07_00 Mon, 29 Oct 2007 08:37:57 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-29T01_37_57-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,percy,bysshe,shelley 65 false Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- One Word is too Often Profaned by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 – 1822) One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdain'd For thee to disdain it. One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love; But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not: The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow? Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-10-26T00_43_36-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-26T00_43_36-07_00 Fri, 26 Oct 2007 07:43:36 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-26T00_43_36-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,christina,georgina,rossetti 72 false Christina Georgina Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Remember by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 – 1894) Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann'd: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad. Christina Georgina Rossetti read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-10-25T00_30_50-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-25T00_30_50-07_00 Thu, 25 Oct 2007 07:30:50 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-25T00_30_50-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,john,keats 81 false Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- To Sleep by John Keats O soft embalmer of the still midnight! Shutting with careful fingers and benign Our gloom-pleased eyes, embower'd from the light, Enshaded in forgetfulness divine; O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close, In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes, Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws Around my bed its lulling charities; Then save me, or the passèd day will shine Upon my pillow, breeding many woes; Save me from curious conscience, that still lords Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole; Turn the key deftly in the oilèd wards, And seal the hushèd casket of my soul. Comments You can find more readings of Keats' poetry at: http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/category/John-Keats/ For more on Keats, visit http://www.john-keats.com/ Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classi... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-10-24T00_21_06-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-24T00_21_06-07_00 Wed, 24 Oct 2007 07:21:06 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-24T00_21_06-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,tennyson 82 false Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Summer Night by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892) Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The firefly wakens: waken thou with me. Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake: So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me. Comments For more readings of Tennyson on Classic Poetry Aloud, visit: http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/category/alfred-lord-tennyson/ Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to cla... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-10-22T00_02_01-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-22T00_02_01-07_00 Mon, 22 Oct 2007 07:02:01 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-22T00_02_01-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,ralph,waldo,emerson 125 false Emerson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Good-bye by Ralph Waldo Emerson, (1803 – 1882) Good-bye, proud world! I’m going home: Thou art not my friend, and I’m not thine. Long through thy weary crowds I roam; A river-ark on the ocean brine, Long I’ve been tossed like the driven foam; But now, proud world! I’m going home. Good-bye to Flattery’s fawning face; To Grandeur with his wise grimace; To upstart Wealth’s averted eye; To supple Office, low and high; To crowded halls, to court and street; To frozen hearts and hasting feet; To those who go, and those who come; Good-bye, proud would! I’m going home. I am going to my own hearth-stone, Bosomed in yon green hills alone— A secret nook in a pleasant land, Whose groves the frolic fairies planned; Where arches green, the livelong day, Echo the blackbird’s roundelay, And vulgar feet have never trod A spot that is sacred to thought and God. O, when I am safe in my sylvan home, I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome; And when I am stretched beneath the pines, Where the evening star so holy shines, I laugh at the lore and the pride of man, At the sophist schools and the learned clan; For what are they all, in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet? Emerson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to clas... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-10-20T15_25_18-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-20T15_25_18-07_00 Sat, 20 Oct 2007 22:25:18 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-20T15_25_18-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud 526 false To a Fat Lady Seen From the Train by Frances Cornford (1886-1960) O why do you walk through the fields in gloves, Missing so much and so much? O fat white woman whom nobody loves, Why do you walk through the fields in gloves, When the grass is soft as the breast of doves And shivering sweet to the touch? O why do you walk through the fields in gloves, Missing so much and so much? The Fat White Woman Speaks by G. K. Chesterton (1874 - 1936) Why do you rush through the field in trains, Guessing so much and so much? Why do you flash through the flowery meads, Fat-head poet that nobody reads; And why do you know such a frightful lot About people in gloves as such? And how the devil can you be sure, Guessing so much and so much, How do you know but what someone who loves Always to see me in nice white gloves At the end of the field you are rushing by, Is waiting for his Old Dutch? Two Limerick by Ronald Knox There was young man who said ‘God Must think it exceedingly odd If he finds that this tree Continues to be When there’s no one about in the quad.’ Dear Sir, Your astonishment’s odd: I am always about in the quad. And that’s why the tree Will continue to be, Since observed by Yours faithfully, God. Two Epigrams on Physicists Nature and nature's laws lay hid in night: God said, `Let Newton be!' and all was light. It did not last: the Devil, shouting "Ho, Let Einstein be" restored the status quo. Two Quatrains by Edna Saint Vincent Millay My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But, ah, my foes, and, oh, my friends It gives a lovely light. Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight? To a Fat Lady Seen From the Train by Frances Cornford (1886-1960) O why do you walk through... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-10-19T00_10_53-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-19T00_10_53-07_00 Fri, 19 Oct 2007 07:10:53 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-19T00_10_53-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,wordsworth,william 98 false Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- The Daffodils by William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850) I wander'd lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:— A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company! I gazed, and gazed, but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to c... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-10-18T00_18_31-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-18T00_18_31-07_00 Thu, 18 Oct 2007 07:18:31 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-18T00_18_31-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,henry,wadsworth,longfellow 129 false Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!— For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act,—act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. Longfellow read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to c... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-10-16T01_28_47-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-16T01_28_47-07_00 Tue, 16 Oct 2007 08:28:47 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-16T01_28_47-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,hood,thomas 104 false Hood read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Past and Present by Thomas Hood (1799 – 1845) I remember, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day: But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away. I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups— Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday,— The tree is living yet! I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance; But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy. Hood read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-10-15T01_46_29-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-15T01_46_29-07_00 Mon, 15 Oct 2007 08:46:29 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-15T01_46_29-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,john,keats 217 false John Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- The Human Seasons by John Keats (1795 – 1821) Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man:— He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span: He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring's honey'd cud of youthful thought he loves To ruminate, and by such dreaming high Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings He furleth close; contented so to look On mists in idleness—to let fair things Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook: He has his Winter too of pale misfeature, Or else he would forego his mortal nature. Comments You can find more readings of Keats' poetry at: http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/category/John-Keats/ For more on Keats, visit http://www.john-keats.com/ John Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to c... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-10-12T01_34_42-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-12T01_34_42-07_00 Fri, 12 Oct 2007 08:34:42 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-12T01_34_42-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,elizabeth,barrett,browning,sonnets,from,portuguese 75 false Elizabeth Barrett Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- If Thou Must Love Me by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806 – 1861) Sonnets from the Portuguese iv If thou must love me, let it be for naught Except for love's sake only. Do not say, 'I love her for her smile—her look—her way Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'— For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may Be changed, or change for thee—and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry: A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity. Comments For all the Sonnets from the Portuguese, visit http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/2002 Elizabeth Barrett Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ G... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-10-10T06_35_03-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-10T06_35_03-07_00 Wed, 10 Oct 2007 13:35:03 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-10T06_35_03-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,john,clare 115 false Clare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- What is Life? by John Clare (1793 – 1864) And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling, still-repeated dream. Its length? A minute's pause, a moment's thought. And Happiness? A bubble on the stream, That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought. And what is Hope? The puffing gale of morn, That of its charms divests the dewy lawn, And robs each flow'ret of its gem -and dies; A cobweb, hiding disappointment's thorn, Which stings more keenly through the thin disguise. And what is Death? Is still the cause unfound? That dark mysterious name of horrid sound? A long and lingering sleep the weary crave. And Peace? Where can its happiness abound? Nowhere at all, save heaven and the grave. Then what is Life? When stripped of its disguise, A thing to be desired it cannot be; Since everything that meets our foolish eyes Gives proof sufficient of its vanity. 'Tis but a trial all must undergo, To teach unthankful mortals how to prize That happiness vain man's denied to know, Until he's called to claim it in the skies. Comments For more information on this unjustly neglected 19th Century poet, visit http://www.johnclare.org.uk/ Clare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classi... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-10-09T01_03_06-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-09T01_03_06-07_00 Tue, 09 Oct 2007 08:03:06 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-09T01_03_06-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,oscar,wilde 128 false Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- The Harlot’s House by Oscar Wilde (1854 – 1900) We caught the tread of dancing feet, We loitered down the moonlit street, And stopped beneath the harlot's house. Inside, above the din and fray, We heard the loud musicians play The "Treues Liebes Herz" of Strauss. Like strange mechanical grotesques, Making fantastic arabesques, The shadows raced across the blind. We watched the ghostly dancers spin To sound of horn and violin, Like black leaves wheeling in the wind. Like wire-pulled automatons, Slim silhouetted skeletons Went sidling through the slow quadrille. They took each other by the hand, And danced a stately saraband; Their laughter echoed thin and shrill. Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed A phantom lover to her breast, Sometimes they seemed to try to sing. Wilde read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classi... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-10-08T00_08_43-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-08T00_08_43-07_00 Mon, 08 Oct 2007 07:08:43 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-08T00_08_43-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,ben,johnson 65 false Johnson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- To Celia by Ben Johnson (1572 – 1637) Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not wither'd be. But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee! Johnson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to clas... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-10-05T00_41_00-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-05T00_41_00-07_00 Fri, 05 Oct 2007 07:41:00 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-05T00_41_00-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,walt,whitman 125 false Whitman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck, You’ve fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. Whitman read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to clas... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-10-03T23_21_22-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-03T23_21_22-07_00 Thu, 04 Oct 2007 06:21:22 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-03T23_21_22-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,ella,wheeler,wilcox 93 false Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 – 1919) Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air. The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go. They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all. There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life's gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasure For a long and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain. Wilcox read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to class... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-10-03T00_26_53-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-03T00_26_53-07_00 Wed, 03 Oct 2007 07:26:53 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-03T00_26_53-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,gerard,manley,hopkins 123 false Manley Hopkins read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Binsey Poplars felled 1879 by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844 – 1889) My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled, Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun, All felled, felled, are all felled; Of a fresh and following folded rank Not spared, not one That dandled a sandalled Shadow that swam or sank On meadow and river and wind-wandering weed-winding bank. O if we but knew what we do When we delve or hew— Hack and rack the growing green! Since country is so tender To touch, her being só slender, That, like this sleek and seeing ball But a prick will make no eye at all, Where we, even where we mean To mend her we end her, When we hew or delve: After-comers cannot guess the beauty been. Ten or twelve, only ten or twelve Strokes of havoc únselve The sweet especial scene, Rural scene, a rural scene, Sweet especial rural scene. Manley Hopkins read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-10-02T00_22_16-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-02T00_22_16-07_00 Tue, 02 Oct 2007 07:22:16 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-02T00_22_16-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,john,keats 73 false Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- On first looking into Chapman’s Homer by John Keats (1795 – 1821) Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He star’d at the Pacific—and all his men Look’d at each other with a wild surmise— Silent, upon a peak in Darien. You can find more readings of Keats' poetry at: http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/category/John-Keats/ Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classi... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-10-01T00_00_04-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-01T00_00_04-07_00 Mon, 01 Oct 2007 07:00:04 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-10-01T00_00_04-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,gould,gerald 78 false Gould read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Oxford by Gerald Gould (1885 – 1936) I came to Oxford in the light Of a spring-coloured afternoon; Some clouds were grey and some were white, And all were blown to such a tune Of quiet rapture in the sky, I laughed to see them laughing by. I had been dreaming in the train With thoughts at random from my book; I looked, and read, and looked again, And suddenly to greet my look Oxford shone up with every tower Aspiring sweetly like a flower. Home turn the feet of men that seek, And home the hearts of children turn, And none can teach the hour to speak What every hour is free to learn; And all discover, late or soon, Their golden Oxford afternoon. Comments Although the New York Times proclaimed in 1912 that “Gerald Gould Can Now Be Called a Great Poet” (for the review see: http://query.nytimes.com/mem/archive-free/pdf?_r=1&res=9B00E5DB133AE633A25753C1A9659C946396D6CF&oref=slogin), time has not favoured him. I think this may be a mistake. Classic Poetry Aloud aims to balance famous with worthy, but less well-known poets such as Gould. It would be a pity if a man who played a part in the evolution of British 20th Century verse as a reviewer and journalist was not also remembered for his own poetry. Gould read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classi... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-09-27T00_19_37-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-27T00_19_37-07_00 Thu, 27 Sep 2007 07:19:37 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-27T00_19_37-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,mary,e.,coleridge 72 false Mary Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Where a Roman Villa Stood, Above Freiburg Mary E. Coleridge (1861 – 1907) On alien ground, breathing an alien air, A Roman stood, far from his ancient home, And gazing, murmured, "Ah, the hills are fair,
But not the hills of Rome!" Descendant of a race to Romans-kin, Where the old son of Empire stood, I stand. The self-same rocks fold the same valley in, Untouched of human hand. Over another shines the self-same star, Another heart with nameless longing fills, Crying aloud, "How beautiful they are, But not our English hills!" Mary Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-09-26T00_08_23-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-26T00_08_23-07_00 Wed, 26 Sep 2007 07:08:23 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-26T00_08_23-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,alfred,lord,tennyson 128 false Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Charge of the Light Brigade Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 92) Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. “Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!” he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. “Forward, the Light Brigade!” Was there a man dismay’d? Not tho’ the soldier knew Some one had blunder’d: Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley’d and thunder’d; Storm’d at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash’d all their sabres bare, Flash’d as they turn’d in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder’d: Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro’ the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel’d from the sabre-stroke Shatter’d and sunder’d. Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley’d and thunder’d; Storm’d at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro’ the jaws of Death, Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wonder’d. Honor the charge they made! Honor the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred! To learn more about the history of the Charge of Light Brigade, I strongly recommend listening to In Our Time: The Charge of The Light Brigade, via one of these links: http://209.85.62.159/audio/channels/in_our_time http://downloads.bbc.co.uk/podcasts/radio4/iot/iot_20080110-1115.mp3 http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=73330895 And here are two articles on the Charge of the Light Brigade, reflecting on why it is such a large piece of British culture, despite being militarily unimportant: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/3944699.stm http://www.uea.ac.uk/edu/learn/braysher/charge.htm And this is an extract of Tennyson reading his poem: http://www.bbc.co.uk/arts/poetry/outloud/tennyson.shtml Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-09-25T02_20_11-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-25T02_20_11-07_00 Tue, 25 Sep 2007 09:20:11 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-25T02_20_11-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,browning,robert 87 false Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Meeting at Night by Robert Browning (1812 – 1889) The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i' the slushy sand. Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach; Three fields to cross till a farm appears; A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch And blue spurt of a lighted match, And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears, Than the two hearts beating each to each! Parting at Morning by Robert Browning (1812 – 1889) Round the cape of a sudden came the sea, And the sun look'd over the mountain's rim: And straight was a path of gold for him, And the need of a world of men for me. Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to cla... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-09-23T22_23_36-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-23T22_23_36-07_00 Mon, 24 Sep 2007 05:23:36 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-23T22_23_36-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,emily,dickinson 84 false E Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886) Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school where children played At wrestling in a ring; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then ’t is centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses’ heads Were toward eternity.   First aired: 23 September 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 E Dickinson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-09-21T03_21_16-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-21T03_21_16-07_00 Fri, 21 Sep 2007 10:21:16 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-21T03_21_16-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,john,donne 115 false Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- The Good-morrow by John Donne (1572 – 1631) I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we lov'd? were we not wean'd till then? But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den? T'was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee. If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desir'd, and got, t'was but a dreame of thee. And now good morrow to our waking soules, Which watch not one another out of feare; For love, all love of other sights controules, And makes one little roome, an every where. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let Maps to other, worlds on worlds have showne, Let us possesse one world, each hath one, and is one. My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares, And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest, Where can we finde two better hemispheares Without sharpe North, without declining West? What ever dyes, was not mixt equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die. Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classi... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-09-20T00_25_06-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-20T00_25_06-07_00 Thu, 20 Sep 2007 07:25:06 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-20T00_25_06-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,christopher,marlowe 111 false Marlowe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe (1564 – 1593) Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. There will I make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair linèd slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love. Thy silver dishes for thy meat As precious as the gods do eat, Shall on an ivory table be Prepared each day for thee and me. The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May-morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my Love. Marlowe read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to clas... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-09-17T14_53_52-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-17T14_53_52-07_00 Mon, 17 Sep 2007 21:53:52 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-17T14_53_52-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,scott,john 80 false John Scott read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Drum by John Scott (1731 – 1783) I hate that drum's discordant sound, Parading round, and round, and round: To thoughtless youth it pleasure yields, And lures from cities and from fields, To sell their liberty for charms Of tawdry lace and glitt'ring arms; And when Ambition's voice commands, To fight and fall in foreign lands. I hate that drum's discordant sound, Parading round, and round, and round: To me it talks of ravaged plains, And burning towns and ruin'd swains, And mangled limbs, and dying groans, And widow's tears, and orphans moans, And all that Misery's hand bestows, To fill a catalogue of woes. First aired: 17 September 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 John Scott read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetr... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-09-17T00_32_56-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-17T00_32_56-07_00 Mon, 17 Sep 2007 07:32:56 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-17T00_32_56-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,abraham,cowley 78 false Cowley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Drinking by Abraham Cowley (1618 – 1667) The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair; The sea itself (which one would think Should have but little need of drink) Drinks twice ten thousand rivers up, So fill'd that they o'erflow the cup. The busy Sun (and one would guess By 's drunken fiery face no less) Drinks up the sea, and when he 's done, The Moon and Stars drink up the Sun: They drink and dance by their own light, They drink and revel all the night: Nothing in Nature 's sober found, But an eternal health goes round. Fill up the bowl, then, fill it high, Fill all the glasses there—for why Should every creature drink but I? Why, man of morals, tell me why? For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2007 Cowley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryalo... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-09-13T00_22_57-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-13T00_22_57-07_00 Thu, 13 Sep 2007 07:22:57 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-13T00_22_57-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,matthew,arnold 165 false Arnold read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold (1822 – 1888) The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand; Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the A gaean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea. The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night. Arnold read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to class... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-09-12T00_26_35-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-12T00_26_35-07_00 Wed, 12 Sep 2007 07:26:35 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-12T00_26_35-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,william,blake 72 false Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- London by William Blake (1757 – 1827) I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infants cry of fear, In every voice: in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear How the Chimney-sweepers cry Every blackning Church appalls, And the hapless Soldiers sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls. But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlots curse Blasts the new-born Infants tear, And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse. Blake read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-09-09T22_00_47-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-09T22_00_47-07_00 Mon, 10 Sep 2007 05:00:47 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-09T22_00_47-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,edward,thomas 86 false E.Thomas read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Adelstrop by Edward Thomas ((1878 – 1917) Yes. I remember Adlestrop — The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June. The steam hissed. Some one cleared his throat. No one left and no one came On the bare platform. What I saw Was Adlestrop — only the name And willows, willow-herb, and grass, And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry, No whit less still and lonely fair Than the high cloudlets in the sky. And for that minute a blackbird sang Close by, and around him, mistier, Farther and farther, all the birds Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire. E.Thomas read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-09-07T03_55_51-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-07T03_55_51-07_00 Fri, 07 Sep 2007 10:55:51 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-07T03_55_51-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,shakespeare 81 false Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Sonnet 29 by William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616) When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d, Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee,—and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate; For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings. Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-09-06T00_31_03-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-06T00_31_03-07_00 Thu, 06 Sep 2007 07:31:03 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-06T00_31_03-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoken,word,wilfred,owen 87 false Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Anthem for Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen (1893 – 1918) What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, – The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds. Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-09-02T14_06_47-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-02T14_06_47-07_00 Sun, 02 Sep 2007 21:06:47 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-09-02T14_06_47-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,byron 88 false Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- All for Love by George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788–1824) O talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of our glory; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty. What are garlands and crowns to the brow that is wrinkled? 'Tis but as a dead flower with May-dew besprinkled: Then away with all such from the head that is hoary - What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory? O Fame! if I e'er took delight in thy praises, 'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover She thought that I was not unworthy to love her. There chiefly I sought thee, there only I found thee; Her glance was the best of the rays that surround thee; When it sparkled o'er aught that was bright in my story, I knew it was love, and I felt it was glory. Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the po... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-08-28T01_11_39-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-08-28T01_11_39-07_00 Tue, 28 Aug 2007 08:11:39 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-08-28T01_11_39-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,tennyson 82 false Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Break, Break, Break by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892) Break, break, break, On thy cold grey stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman’s boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to cla... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-08-23T11_59_55-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-08-23T11_59_55-07_00 Thu, 23 Aug 2007 18:59:55 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-08-23T11_59_55-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,elizabeth,barrett,browning 86 false Elizabeth Barrett Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861) How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Elizabeth Barrett Browning read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-08-21T14_19_01-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-08-21T14_19_01-07_00 Tue, 21 Aug 2007 21:19:01 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-08-21T14_19_01-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,shelley 71 false Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- from To a Skylark by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822) HAIL to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert— That from heaven or near it Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden light'ning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-08-18T07_43_55-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-08-18T07_43_55-07_00 Sat, 18 Aug 2007 14:43:55 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-08-18T07_43_55-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,leigh,hunt 99 false L Hunt read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Abou ben Adhem by Leigh Hunt (1784 - 1859) Abou ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw—within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom— An angel, writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, ‘What writest thou?’—The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, ‘The names of those who love the Lord.’ ‘And is mine one?’ said Abou. ‘Nay, not so,’ Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still, and said, ‘I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow men.’ The angel wrote and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, And lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest. First aired: 15 August 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. To learn a little more about the poems and poets on Classic Poetry Aloud, join the mailing list. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009 L Hunt read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-07-30T00_28_17-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-07-30T00_28_17-07_00 Mon, 30 Jul 2007 07:28:17 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-07-30T00_28_17-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,flecker,james,elroy 107 false Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- To a Poet a Thousand Years Hence by James Elroy Flecker I who am dead a thousand years, And wrote this sweet archaic song, Send you my words for messengers The way I shall not pass along. I care not if you bridge the seas, Or ride secure the cruel sky, Or build consummate palaces Of metal or of masonry. But have you wine and music still, And statues and a bright-eyed love, And foolish thoughts of good and ill, And prayers to them who sit above? How shall we conquer? Like a wind That falls at eve our fancies blow, And old Moeonides the blind Said it three thousand years ago. O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, Read out my words at night, alone: I was a poet, I was young. Since I can never see your face, And never shake you by the hand, I send my soul through time and space To greet you. You will understand. Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-07-30T00_25_27-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-07-30T00_25_27-07_00 Mon, 30 Jul 2007 07:25:27 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-07-30T00_25_27-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,brooke,rupert 91 false Brooke read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- The Hill by Rupert Brooke Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. You said, "Through glory and ecstasy we pass; Wind, sun, and earth remain, the birds sing still, When we are old, are old. . . ." "And when we die All's over that is ours; and life burns on Through other lovers, other lips," said I, -- "Heart of my heart, our heaven is now, is won!" "We are Earth's best, that learnt her lesson here. Life is our cry. We have kept the faith!" we said; "We shall go down with unreluctant tread Rose-crowned into the darkness!" . . . Proud we were, And laughed, that had such brave true things to say. -- And then you suddenly cried, and turned away. Brooke read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-07-28T12_12_54-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-07-28T12_12_54-07_00 Sat, 28 Jul 2007 19:12:54 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-07-28T12_12_54-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,gerard,manley,hopkins 98 false Hopkins read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- The Windhover To Christ our Lord by Gerard Manley Hopkins I caught this morning morning’s minion, king- dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding Stirred for a bird,—the achieve of; the mastery of the thing! Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier! No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion. Hopkins read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-07-28T07_01_06-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-07-28T07_01_06-07_00 Sat, 28 Jul 2007 14:01:06 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-07-28T07_01_06-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,keats,john 77 false Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be by John Keats WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high pil`d books, in charact'ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And feel that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour! That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love;—then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think, Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink. You can find more readings of Keats' poetry at: http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/category/John-Keats/ Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-07-26T01_14_34-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-07-26T01_14_34-07_00 Thu, 26 Jul 2007 08:14:34 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-07-26T01_14_34-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,poetry,donne,john,podcast,poem,reading,spoken,verse,death,dark,funeral 98 false J Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Death by John Donne Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so, For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee doe goe, Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie. Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well, And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then; One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die. First aired: 25 July 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008 J Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-07-23T02_30_41-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-07-23T02_30_41-07_00 Mon, 23 Jul 2007 09:30:41 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-07-23T02_30_41-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,clare,john 107 false Clare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Written in Northampton County Asylum by John Clare I am! yet what I am who cares, or knows? My friends forsake me like a memory lost. I am the self-consumer of my woes; They rise and vanish, an oblivious host, Shadows of life, whose very soul is lost. And yet I am—I live—though I am toss'd Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dream, Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys, But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem And all that 's dear. Even those I loved the best Are strange—nay, they are stranger than the rest. I long for scenes where man has never trod— For scenes where woman never smiled or wept— There to abide with my Creator, God, 15 And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Full of high thoughts, unborn. So let me lie,— The grass below; above, the vaulted sky. Clare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-07-19T05_24_52-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-07-19T05_24_52-07_00 Thu, 19 Jul 2007 12:24:52 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-07-19T05_24_52-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,coleridge 200 false Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossom'd many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But O, that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced; Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reach'd the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she play'd, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me, Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise. Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to cl... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-07-16T12_31_16-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-07-16T12_31_16-07_00 Mon, 16 Jul 2007 19:31:16 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-07-16T12_31_16-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,kipling 83 false Kipling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- The Way Through The Woods by Rudyard Kipling They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods Before they planted the trees. It is underneath the coppice and heath, And the thin anemones. Only the keeper sees That, where the ring-dove broods, And the badgers roll at ease, There was once a road through the woods. Yet, if you enter the woods Of a summer evening late, When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools Where the otter whistles his mate. (They fear not men in the woods, Because they see so few) You will hear the beat of a horse's feet, And the swish of a skirt in the dew, Steadily cantering through The misty solitudes, As though they perfectly knew The old lost road through the woods. . . . But there is no road through the woods. Kipling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-07-06T00_49_57-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-07-06T00_49_57-07_00 Fri, 06 Jul 2007 07:49:57 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-07-06T00_49_57-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,marvell 164 false Marvell read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow; An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, Lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song: then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust: The grave 's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapt power. Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life: Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run. Marvell read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-06-28T05_32_55-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-06-28T05_32_55-07_00 Thu, 28 Jun 2007 12:32:55 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-06-28T05_32_55-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,keats 250 false Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearièd, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul, to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return. O Attic shape! fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form! dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, 'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.' You can find more readings of Keats' poetry at: http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/category/John-Keats/ Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-06-25T15_11_26-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-06-25T15_11_26-07_00 Mon, 25 Jun 2007 22:11:26 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-06-25T15_11_26-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,drayton 75 false Poem read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Idea LXI by Michael Drayton Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part. Nay, I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies; When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes-- Now, if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover! Poem read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to c... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-06-21T05_25_11-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-06-21T05_25_11-07_00 Thu, 21 Jun 2007 12:25:11 +0000 2019-02-20 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-06-21T05_25_11-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,classic,poetry,aloud,english,literature,poems,spoke,word,byron 81 false Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that's best of dark and bright Meets in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which Heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress Or softly lightens o'er her face, Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek and o'er that brow So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent,— A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent. You can find other readings of Byron's work at: http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/category/Lord-Byron/ Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-06-15T06_36_41-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-06-15T06_36_41-07_00 Fri, 15 Jun 2007 13:36:41 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-06-15T06_36_41-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud classicpoetryaloud,hardy,english,literature,spoken,word,culture 40 false Hardy read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- I Look Into My Glass by Thomas Hardy I look into my glass, And view my wasting skin, And say, "Would God it came to pass My heart had shrunk as thin!" For then I, undistrest By hearts grown cold to me, Could lonely wait my endless rest With equanimity. But Time, to make me grieve, Part steals, lets part abide; And shakes this fragile frame at eve With throbbings of noontide. Hardy read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-06-09T08_45_01-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-06-09T08_45_01-07_00 Sat, 09 Jun 2007 15:45:01 +0000 2021-09-24 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-06-09T08_45_01-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud shakespeare,sonnet,poetry,classic,poem,aloud,spoken,word 59 false Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest; So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voi... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-06-03T12_50_03-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-06-03T12_50_03-07_00 Sun, 03 Jun 2007 19:50:03 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-06-03T12_50_03-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud kipling,if,classic,poetry,aloud,literature,english,spoken,word,classicpoetryaloud 114 false Kipling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- If by Rudyard kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! Kipling read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice t... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-05-31T14_46_01-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-05-31T14_46_01-07_00 Thu, 31 May 2007 21:46:01 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-05-31T14_46_01-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud quiet,life,alexander,pope,classic,poetry,aloud,literature,english,spoken,word 70 false Pope read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- The Quiet Life by Alexander Pope Happy the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day, Sound sleep by night; study and ease Together mixt, sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please With meditation. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie. Pope read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to c... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-05-28T23_15_03-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-05-28T23_15_03-07_00 Tue, 29 May 2007 06:15:03 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-05-28T23_15_03-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud keats,ode,to,autumn,poetry,classic,aloud,season,of,mists,mellow,fruitfulness,romantic,poets 134 false Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Ode to Autumn by John Keats Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers: And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,— While barrèd clouds bloom the soft-dying day And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river-sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. You can find more readings of Keats' poetry at: http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/category/John-Keats/ Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to ... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-05-22T14_42_18-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-05-22T14_42_18-07_00 Tue, 22 May 2007 21:42:18 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-05-22T14_42_18-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud wordsworth,poetry,sonnet,classic,aloud,classicpoetryaloud 65 false Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Upon Westminster Bridge by William Wordsworth Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still! For a good commentary on this, see: http://www.rci.rutgers.edu/~wcd/Wordsw.htm Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voic... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-05-21T03_49_35-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-05-21T03_49_35-07_00 Mon, 21 May 2007 10:49:35 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-05-21T03_49_35-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud wordsworth,sonnets,poetry,classic,aloud 68 false Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- London, 1802, Sonnet CCXIII by William Wordsworth Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men: O raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea, Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free; So didst thou travel on life's common way In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay. Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voic... https://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-05-15T14_30_03-07_00 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-05-15T14_30_03-07_00 Tue, 15 May 2007 21:30:03 +0000 2013-12-05 2013-12-05 https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/classicpoetryaloud/episodes/2007-05-15T14_30_03-07_00 Classic Poetry Aloud shelley,sonnets,poetry,classic,aloud,classicpoetryaloud 68 false Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice to classic poetry. --------------------------------------------------- Ozymandias of Egypt by Percy Bysshe Shelley I met a traveller from an antique land Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things, The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains: round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. Shelley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/ Giving voice t...